This song is from the album AI YoungBoy 2, released on 11 October 2019.
Vocals: Youngboy Never Broke Again ,
Producer(s): Money Montage,,
Writer(s): Youngboy Never Broke Again ,
Producer(s): Money Montage,,
Writer(s): Youngboy Never Broke Again ,
Scale: Eb Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 80 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] [Intro] Ebm You're a Genius, McFly Ebm AI Ebm It’s the Carter's son Ebm The Carter's Ebm Turn me up a lil' [VERSE ONE] Ebm Picture me, new 3D denim, I'm city rollin' (Rollin') Ebm But did I mention this my own clothin'? Ebm The fuck you mean? Ebm Made nigga, bought my own Rollie Ebm But if them crackers pull me over, they gon' say I stole it Ebm Good mornin', we on it, I went bought two S trophies Ebm My father left my sis and bros, to them, I feel I owed it Ebm But let's not be heroic, 'cause everybody roguish Ebm They don't want us totin' guns, but they let the fuckin' killers tote it Ebm Let's take a ride and see, though, where them people be, though Ebm Colt 45, the grip design, bought this bitch from Casino Ebm Soprano, no Soprino, we live life like Yung Bino Ebm Had a show in B-more, after that post on the block with Chino (I'm a hustlin' motherfucker) Ebm Look for a star on every hundred, C note Ebm I'm the top on YouTube, fuck a new school, I don't use no Vevo Ebm These niggas 'round me, they too cruel, they bust tools and die for me, though Ebm I don't pay money for no life, the murder pay off me, so www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Ebm Came out alright Ebm But I'm blinded from the life, I can’t see, though Ebm Got juveniles on the block, thirty stick hangin' out the Glock Ebm Bandana tied 'round the clip, and they go all out for me, though [VERSE TWO] Ebm Sucked all the pain up, let's fuck the game up Ebm Plenty niggas on the block pushin' that rock (It's the Carter's son) Ebm You got your change up, they brought your name up Ebm When it's war, we wet they block, and when it's said, this shit'll never be done Ebm I can't say I'm fucking with all this involvement Ebm These niggas ain't right and they ballin' Ebm I don't give a fuck, no, I call up Osama, my baba Ebm Like, "Load up and come and rob all them" (Rob all them) Ebm Venezuela ventilator Ebm My first trip to Georgia made 'em Ebm Some companions with ambitions, was Ebm Double G, NBA native Ebm I wish baptism could've saved us Ebm Never broke until the grave in Ebm Excuse ourselves, knock on the tables Ebm I make a pussy bite the pavement Ebm I can't say I'm fucking with all this involvement Ebm These niggas ain't right and they ballin' Ebm I don't give a fuck, no, I call up Osama, my baba Ebm Like, "Load up and come and rob all them" (Rob all them) www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Ebm Came out alright Ebm But I'm blinded from the life, I can’t see, though Ebm Got juveniles on the block, thirty stick hangin' out the Glock Ebm Bandana tied 'round the clip, and they go all out for me, though [OUTRO] Ebm That's my son, that's my slime Ebm He on my dime, it's the Carter's son
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