Poke The Bear chords by Mellow Rackz

Intro:

F#m D E
Mello.
Uh.
These niggas done ran outta time.
It's my season.

KOB.
Aye.

|Verse|
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These niggas talk too much.

Dog ass boy you bark too much.
D

You ain't get no respect from none of these.
E
Make me call your bluff.
 F#m
Went through the song with a rat 'cause you went flat.

Needed your dollars up.

D
Overdose, I saved your junkie ass.
E
Took you to the hospital.
F#m
Remember? That lil' motherfucker robbed me.
He ain't even Do nothing.
 D
He ain't no stepper.
 E
How you mad 'cause you ain't put me on and somebody else did?
 F#m
Fuck, nigga you'll never.
Kept me on the shelf.
Hatin' on the bitch.
 D
I'm seeing how I be better.
 E
Say you gon' try me never.
And that's facts.

Now I'm Lambo swervin'.
Back to back birdies.
Brand new Birkins.
From the times when you took back all of them purses.

I ain't let you fucking years.
Stop all that cat lil' boy you thirsty.
Had to curb your engineer all the times he tried to Do you dirty.
You got steppers, I got steppers.

My bag bigger now for certain.
How you buying hoes designer shit and leave your family hurting?
Go on and blame it on the Perkys.
Pussy niggas smoking dirties.

It's two different meanings when me and you say we ride with thirties.
It's a big strap on me, with a switch on it.
Run up if you want it.
Tahoe full of DRACs and MAC 11s.

Niggas with me ain't on healthy shit, but steady cracking melons.
Number one in the whole world.
I see why niggas acting jealous.
I would hate me too.

If I lost all my favorite hair, I swear that shit would faze me too.
World's funniest crackhead every time I see your latest news.
Tried to fuck my cousin and you talk about me betraying you.
It's getting for real, pussy.

Grabbing footage from old videos you were scared to release.
'Cause you know if I got on, you wouldn't be bigger than me.
Since you want Do it for computers, tell about the PC.
How you were scared to hit the yard 'cause you was caught up in beef.

Go bar for bar, put that on God that you ain't harder than me.
You protected by the Feds, so don't be talking about the streets.
You lost your dignity for cash.
That ain't part of the G.

I can't be on here saying too much.
That boy might call the police.
Woo.
Woo.

|Break|
Shit ain't about nothing.
Just keep my motherfucking name out your mouth, nigga.
I ain't worried about you.
I don't even think about you.

Bitch, I don't even know you no more.
Number one motherfucking album in the world.
Track number nine, spot number nine.
You got steppers, we got steppers too.

For the right price, yeah, we'll step on you.
Just like little dude.
How you telling in jail about some weed and bribe?
We all knowing they said he had to get down with the fire.

Chap boy ain't never lie about your snitching ass.
How you gangsta and get back cool with some niggas that got at you?
Huh.
Niggas ain't right.