Chords for Lobo Wanna Raise

_ _ _ _ Uh-huh.
[C] I'm picking my voice a little bit.
[Eb] _ _ Just [C] a little bit, man.
Just a little bit, man.
Yeah, just a little bit.
Just a [Gm] little bit.
Yeah.
[C] _
_ Flippin', XO trippin'. Oh, shit.
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_ _ [Bb] Uh-huh.
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Flippin', XO trippin'.
Got [C] them new kicks from the boy [Eb] Scottie Pippin'.
Still [C] Wayne living, skin off the chicken.
And you hoes already know [Gm] what I'm sipping.
[D] Still a [C] big dipper, still a straight killer.
_ [Bb] Still [C] unloading off that [Eb] 18-wheeler.
_ [C] Nobody better, never ever ever.
Glass on my lack like the girl [Gm] Cinderella.
[Eb] Hand [C] on my redder, surf from the netter.
Looking for a shredder in my [Eb] polo sweater.
Beef [C] gets settled, straight from the ghetto.
Say you're coming back home, boy, I [Gm] keep the [D] speddle.
Here [C] in Texas, not many meskins.
Except the one that got the two [Eb] 600 engines.
Don't [C] ask questions, don't give answers.
Sitting at the bar, cause I'm not a [Gm] good [D] dancer.
It's [C] the day after, pray for me, pastor.
Mix a little purple with the [Eb] strawberry shaster.
Order [C] a cream soda, roll it in the Cobra.
_ Motherfucking thug on the 5th [Gm] of October.
Serving [C] that coca, used to be the loca.
Catch her at the club, I'm a [G] slapper, then choker.
[Eb] Still [C] about to holler, bite it and I shot it.
Call it what you call it, more brown [G] bags than Sonic.
Man, I'm [C] _
abracadabra, struggling not a straggler.
Bubbling not a babbler, [G] hustling not a [Eb] hassler.
Never [C] been a bachelor, always been married.
Through these fucking streets, staying low.
Until I'm buried, now I'm a swang, I'm a swirl.
I think I'm seeing blurred.
[Bb] With my [C] boy Serge in the truck [Eb] watching Spurs.
With my [C] Persian princess on 22 inches.
When I sleep, she say that my trigger [Gm] finger twitches.
I'm [C] _
superstitious and I'm picking ghosts.
So many hoes wanna be [Eb] with the Los.
I'm tweaking [C] on the motherfucking weed that I smoke.
Going 95 on my [Eb] motherfucking boat.
Riding [C] them waves, chunking up my [Bb] trays.
Love will [C] call me up [F] talking about he [Eb] wanna raise.
Prime [C] show pays, don't do braids.
Keep a low cut like the [Gm] Orenholm in Bates.
[D] Battles [C] in the shakes, jumps in the brakes.
White candy paint look like the [Eb] pearly gates.
Selling [C] my tapes in 50 different states.
Fuck the radio, cause you [Gm] motherfuckers hate.
But it's [C] all good, I'm from a small hood.
Ties bitch ass up and bringing back the [Eb] heel wood.
In my [C] _
Levi's, sag down to my lugs.
With a t-shirt that say weed is [Gm] not [Cm] drugs.
Be one of us, live in the rush.
Just put diamonds on my baby's [Eb] hairbrush.
I fuck [C] with the plus and not the minus.
And I might just let my Pac [G]-9 bust.
[Cm] And it goes like, uh, y'all ain't ready for this.
Uh, y'all ain't ready for this. _ _ _
Uh, [C] y'all ain't ready for this.
Come on, you not ready [Gm] for this.
[D] I tighten [C] up my laces on my brand new Stacys.
Hug and kiss my babies, then call [Eb] up my crazies.
Trying to [C] make it through another day ain't all easy.
_ Motherfuckers hate cause [Fm] I'm on top [Gm] like ZZ.
[G] Young niggas think we out here playing fucking games.
To one [C] nigga's looking at the other [Eb] nigga's brains.
_ [C] Laughing and giggling about the words that I riddled.
Now we sniffing a coffin rock, all them [Gm] niggas shrivel.
[D] _ [C] Hopping along [D] in my 54 bomb.
Yes, I hate pigs [G] like them boys of Islam.
[Eb] Gone [C] in the wind, I'd long to the end.
No more talking, my Glock in the [G] palm of my hand.
_ [C] _
Alize at the [G] Mandalay.
Got a call, they shot two, the rest ran away.
That's [Eb] how the shit [C] get done in the deep south.
[Bb] I'm in Vegas [C] watching Vargas knock a [G] bitch out.
[Eb] Ice glisten, [C]
politician on the down and dirty.
Peace to all my fucking Rasa up in Albuquerque.
[Eb] _ Sign a bonus [C] with a uni, now my house is roomy.
Niggas wanna do me, but you bitches nothing [Gm] to me.
[Eb] Understand my [C] killers love, fucking haters bloody.
Acting buddy, buddy, softer than silly [Eb] putty.
Hanging by, [C] roping gun em like you do a goat.
In on his neck, right fist on the fucking [Gm] note.
Bitch pissing [C] in the wind, what began has begun.
Blast my heat once, sweep em [G] up and be done.
[Eb] I'm wanting [C] a quadrillion, [F] _ motherfucking [Bb] million.
Laying in my bed [F] getting hit from [G] a Brazilian.
Momma [C] still bitching, gangsters still [Bb] listening.
I'm [C] blowing weed with them boys from [Gm] New Edition.
[Eb] Man, [Cm] I'm balling, never [G] ever falling.
Skip [C] to my little mom [G] motherfucking darling [Cm] and it goes like_
Uh, [Eb] y'all ain't ready for this.
[C] _
Y'all ain't ready [Gm] for this.
[Eb] _ _ [Cm] _
Uh, y'all ain't ready for this.
Uh-uh.
Y'all ain't ready for this.
Uh-uh.
But if you see em, see [Gm] em, go ahead tell em, tell em.
[C] Only music is my dope and I sell em, [Eb] sell em.
[Cm] Or I sling em, sling em.
[Bb] It don't matter what you call it, [C] my shit [G] so hot up on the hood you better record it.
[C] Now some of y'all niggas think my heart is so warm, cold, motherfucker.
[G] Me, you the [Eb] one, non [Cm]
-motherfucker.
[C] Have your whole crew, docker, docker.
It happens when I pull out [G] my [Eb] 9mm Blanka.
[C] Nigga, watch out, be careful cause my blood gets hotter.
Chunk that bullet out [Eb] my gun and stop her.
[C]
Remember when I used to be a mic wrecker.
With the grace of Yahweh I [Gm] come to be a [Eb] mic checker.
[C] Now it's better, now that I'm making my cheddar.
My belly stay full [Eb] and my throat is never wetter.
[C] Hey Rebecca, meet me at the backstage later.
Cause when I go on the world list [Gm] we gon' go down [D] to Jamaica.
[C] _
_ That's what I'm talking about, for real.
_ _ [Eb] See ya later.
Y _ _ [C] _
_ _ [G]'all ain't [Gb] ready for this. _ _
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