Tom: Am
C Bm E5 E5
C Em Em
[Chorus]
C Em
So long, boy you so gone
Em
You gonna learn not to fuck with me
Em
(Don't bring it around here)
Em
We don't play no games and if you wanna go to war
C
There ain't nothing to say (Don't bring it around here)
[Verse]
Em
What the fuck wrong with that boy, get him, I ain't got time to be toyin' with 'em
Em
When a shotgun hit 'em, then he gonna go
C
He gonna know not to fuck with me no more, Can't breathe no more
Em
Throw that bitch in the back of the truck
Em
And we gonna go dump you somewhere, So deep that even we don't know
C Em
We ridin', you ridin' with us or you gon' get ran over
Em
When I say we ridin' I ain't talkin' Range Rover
Em
Lifted up trucks give a fuck about a boulder
E5
Shotgun in the rack hangin' right above my shoulder
C Em
Poster with your face on it
Em
Face it, these bullets hit you in the face, Fuck your shit up more than braces
Em
Ammo come in by the cases, Have you leanin' like the Matrix
Em
Why you're family settin' up the wake and all they sayin' is (Sayin' is)
[Chorus]
C Em
So long, boy you so gone
Em
You gonna learn not to fuck with me (Don't bring it around here)
Em Em
We don't play no games and if you wanna go to war
Em
There ain't nothing to say (Don't bring it around here)
C Em
So long, boy you so gone
Em
You gonna learn not to fuck with me (Don't bring it around here)
Em
We don't play no games
Em
And if you wanna go to war, There ain't nothing to say (Don't bring it around here)
[Verse 2]
C Em
Are you still talkin' shit, huh
Em
You won't go away, just like a hiccup, Bitch I hit you I promise you won't get up
C Em
Get out my hair, don't bring that shit around here, boy, leave it be
Em
Or you're gonna see the bottom of a fuckin' creek, RIP
C Em
Yea, Bubba, bad motherfucker tires smokin' burnin' rubber
Em
Dirt and mud we got you covered, Bitch I put you six feet under
C Em
Pistol underneath my seat,I go to war, you go to sleep
E
And I know that you heard of me
N.C.
Hell yea, hell yea
C Em
Th-th-that boy A-Cal with a 50 cal, I'm in your town and run that shit, yee yee
Em
Don't play around, I'll lay you down, Should've known boy not to fuck with me
B Em
Should've know better not to throw with 'em, Have you runnin' back like Jerome Bettis
E
I'll light you up with that hot lead
E5
Then dump you off in the cold river
C Em
I don't give a fuck, no fear, Crack your head then a cold beer
Em
You ain't known here, don't go there, Get dumped on a dirt road here
B Em
Got a 12 gauge, I'm well paid, Bought lots of bullets, put you front page
E
Them headlines, you dead
Em
I'm doing just fine, while the papers sayin'
[Chorus]
C Em
So long, boy you so gone
Em
You gonna learn not to fuck with me (Don't bring it around here)
Em
We don't play no games and
Em
If you wanna go to war, There ain't nothing to say (Don't bring it around here)
C Em
So long, boy you so gone
Em
You gonna learn not to fuck with me (Don't bring it around here)
Em
We don't play no games and
Em C
If you wanna go to war, There ain't nothing to say (Don't bring it around here)
[Outro]
Em Em
C
Don't bring it around here
Em Em
C
Don't bring it around here
Em Em Em E5
