Tom: B
Introdução: Fm B D#m Fm B B F# F B A#m Fm B F# F
B
On my momma better mind your business
B
In that place that I was raised,
A#m F
We were southern fried like some chickens (like some chickens)
B
Man it's realer than it's ever been
B Fm
Used to look like pitty, Now its lookin' like envy bitch
B
I'm feelin' zoned out, 4D, Hollar outta bound
D#m Fm
Man you know I'm out the galaxy
B
I'm feelin' zoned out, Dope trees
B D#m Fm
Rollin' through Savanna than we pushin' back to Tennessee
B
Yeah, Ridin' through Savanna streets, Lookin' for a mouth
A#m
I can open just like a can of peas
F B
Man I'm hot so them bitches callin' me gasoline, B-b-basterd
F#
Now watch me 'cause a catastrophe
Fm
Lavashly with my bag of weed
B
Don't pass it to me, I'm so gone
B
I'm way on top at that ozone, Cause I mixed the codeine with a no-dos
A#m Fm
Hold on, got a purple stain on my Polo
B
Oh no, got an other one sittin' on my photo
B
I don't even know where I'm cause I go home
F#
Raised in the fuckin' street, I ain't talkin' hobo
F
Now I'm so flow, Chillin' with a Puerto Rican
B
Man that bitch so fine (so fine), Then she started to talk
A#
So I had a tell her off, That was bad for the grind
F
Back to the mine (mine), Working over time bitch
B
I'm feelin' really zoned out, Kinda like I'm flyin'
B
I'm vibin', Always lookin' vibrant
F
Tired like a motherfucker I ain't talkin' eyelids
Fm B
What the fuck you though it was
A#
I got it from nothin' about the mud (about the mud)
F B
Call me crazy I go banana's got me zoned like the sections
A#m F
They livin' up in Atlanta, I'ma
B
On my momma better mind your business
B
In that place that I was raised
A#m F
We were southern fried like some chickens (like some chikens)
B
Man it's realer than it's ever been
B
Used to look like pitty
F# F
Now its lookin' like envy bitch (bitch)
B
I'm feelin' zoned out, 4D
B
Hollar outta bound
A# F
Man you know I'm out the galaxy
B
I'm feelin' zoned out, Dope trees
B A#
Rollin' through Savanna than we pushin' back to Tennessee
F B
Big Body swervin', Savanna back up to Antioch
B A#
Fat boy, smooth game, quick to make her panties drop
F B
Old school Cadillac with the flip-flop
B A#m
Made a livin' off my wrist but never bought a wrist watch
Fm B
I'm ridin' through my city, I'm high as a balloon
B A#
And when I say I'm high I mean I'm up there by the moon
Fm B
I got dirt all on my boots, girl I'm covered in mud
B F#
Go home and tell you're mother you fell in love with a thug
F Bm
Me and Jojo blowin' doe doe, swervin' and sippin' shine
Bm A#
Problem with me gettin' mine, grab a number get in line
F Bm
I do this for my people in the hood just gettin' by
B F#
I made it out alive without life prison time
Fm B
My people still out there, I heard that they flippin' pies
B A#m
If I had one wish, I wish all the snitches die
F
And tell 'em that's the truth
B
Yeah, I know you feel it double cup
B A#m
One middle finger ain't enough, I shoot a couple up
F
Told 'em bitch
B
On my momma better mind your business
B
In that place that I was raised
A# F
We were southern fried like some chickens (like some chickens)
B
Man it's realer than it's ever been
B
Used to look like pitty
F# F
Now its lookin' like envy bitch (bitch)
B
I'm feelin' zoned out, 4D
B
Hollar outta bound
A# F
Man you know I'm out the galaxy
B
I'm feelin' zoned out, Dope trees
B D#m
Rollin' through Savanna than we pushin' back to Tennessee
Fm B
A#m Fm B
N.C.
Rollin' through Savanna than we pushin' back to Tennessee