キー: E minor
Verse 1
Dm
Am
Dm
I still,
Am
Dm
Am
F
Dm
I still, I still, I still
Am
I still, I still, I still, tote steel
C
Am
I still tote steel, I still tote steel
F
Dm
I still, ha
Verse 2
Dm
Am
I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
F
We some southern
Dm
OG's, Trill recognize Trill
Am
All my hustlers keep quiet and
my dealers don't slip
F
Dm
Money speaks for itself so
we ain't gotta say shit
Am
I still tote steel,
Verse 3
give a fuck how you feel
F
We some southern
Dm
OG's, Trill recognize Trill
Am
All my hustlers keep quiet and
my dealers don't slip
F
Dm
Money speaks for itself so we
Verse 4
ain't gotta say shit
Dm
Am
Dm
Bun be is the name, UGK is the click
F
Dm
P A T is the city so if you hate,
suck the dick
I'm from the land of the trill,
Am
from the home of the hard
Dm
F
Where niggaz don't wait to see ya,
Dm
they bring it to your yard
Verse 5
Dm
Am
We ain't never been fraud,
Dm
we ain't never been lame
So if you wanna get it crackin',
every nigga is game
Am
So we can catch a corner,
Dm
Am
or we can catch a square
Dm
F
Dm
Any place, any time,
I'll be waitin' right there
Verse 6
Dm
Am
See I give you a bad one
and shoot you in the spine
Dm
But as soon as you hit your back,
my dogs'll eat you alive
Am
All we know is survive,
Dm
we ain't taking no ails
So before you play with us,
Verse 7
you best play with yourself
Dm
Am
'Cause I'm tired of the tough talk,
Dm
Am
tired of the mean mug
Dm
F
I'm 'bout ready to give these
Dm
fuck niggaz a clean slug
Am
Cock back the hammer on
the goddamn steel
Dm
And put a hollow in the middle
of his goddamn breel, fuck it
Am
I still tote steel,
Verse 8
Dm
give a fuck how you feel
Am
F
We some southern
Dm
OG's, Trill recognize Trill
Am
All my hustlers keep quiet and
Dm
my dealers don't slip
Am
F
Dm
Money speaks for itself so
we ain't gotta say shit
Am
I still tote steel,
Verse 9
Dm
Am
give a fuck how you feel
F
We some southern
Dm
OG's, Trill recognize Trill
Am
All my hustlers keep quiet and
my dealers don't slip
F
Dm
Money speaks for itself so we
ain't gotta say shit
Verse 10
Dm
Talkin' about the carats in my watch,
Am
Dm
diamonds in my chain
Who's baddest on the block? What my
status in the game?
The records that I've sold,
Bobby V going gold
Am
Dm
F
Dm
And all them number one chart
positions that I hold
Am
The money and the wealth,
Verse 11
well, I'll keep it to myself
Dm
But I'm always willin' to share
the firepower on the shelf
I'm shiny star spanglin',
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
ding- a- ling danglin'
F
Luda, the sheet swisha, broke
Dm
the record of Wilt Chamberlain
Verse 12
Dm
I'm College Park rangerin', Hous
Am
Dm
ton, Tex mangerin'
So get down or lay down and see these
middle finger rings
Am
I'm banging in the East, West,
South, all over the map, boy
Dm
F
Dm
I do it for myself, my daughter,
and all these trap boyz
Am
Lac boyz, candy
Verse 13
and paint,
paper we stack boy
Dm
F
But semi- automatic so make
Dm
the click get back boy
Click, since I was born,
Am
I've been the shit
Dm
F
And money speaks for itself
Dm
so I ain't never said, shit
Verse 14
Dm
Am
Dm
I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
Am
F
We some southern
Dm
OG's, Trill recognize Trill
Am
All my hustlers keep quiet and
Dm
my dealers don't slip
Am
F
Dm
Money speaks for itself so
Verse 15
we ain't gotta say shit
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
F
We some southern
Dm
OG's, Trill recognize Trill
Am
All my hustlers keep quiet and
Dm
Am
my dealers don't slip
F
Dm
Money speaks for itself so we
ain't gotta say shit
Verse 16
Am
Niggaz best to start runnin', hidin',
Dm
dodgin', and duckin'
'Cause them trill niggaz comin',
ridin', cockin', and buckin'
Bitch you fucking with a monster,
Am
Dm
a beast like no other
The hardest nigga living since my
motherfucking brother
Am
So duck and cover,
Verse 17
duck and roll, hit the deck
Dm
F
Dm
We comin' for money and your
motherfuckin' respect
Am
But we ain't taking no checks,
money orders or visas
Dm
F
Dm
Your life is on the line so don't
motherfuckin' tease us
Am
You gonna need Jesus,
Verse 18
Am
to hold you and help ya
F
Cause you fuckin' with me, bitch,
Dm
you gonna see helter skelter
Am
That heat gon melt ya,
this steel gon gut ya
Dm
You're lame ass nigga,
Verse 19
know ya nolia then fuck ya
Dm
Am
Bitch, I stopped giving a damn
when pimp went to the pen
Dm
F
So not everyone's associates
Dm
and nobody's friends
Am
Just make sure to get my ends
and nobody gets hurt
Dm
Before I put somebody's children
under motherfuckin' dirt, fuck it
Am
I still tote steel,
Verse 20
Dm
give a fuck how you feel
Am
F
We some southern
Dm
OG's, Trill recognize Trill
Am
All my hustlers keep quiet and
Dm
my dealers don't slip
Am
F
Dm
Money speaks for itself so
we ain't gotta say shit
Am
I still tote steel,
Verse 21
Dm
give a fuck how you feel
Am
F
We some southern
Dm
OG's, Trill recognize Trill
Am
All my hustlers keep quiet and
Dm
Am
my dealers don't slip
F
Dm
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit
Outro 1
Am
F
Dm
Am
F
Dm
Am
F
Dm
Am
F
Dm
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