This single was released on 26 May 2020. It is originally in the key of E Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 74 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar or piano.
Original Key: E Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 74 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Em Sippin' the peach soda Em The niggas inside, they gon' hide 'til the heat is over (Frrp) Em Sippin' the peach soda Em The niggas inside, they gon' hide 'til the heat is over (Frrp) Em Sippin' the peach soda Em The niggas inside, they gon' hide 'til the heat is over Em I'ma rap 'til the beat is over Em Two Chanel bags, the same price as my mink sofa Em And I move like the king cobra Em Slimin' them out, dawg, I didn't have to think it over Em (Earl on the beat) Em Frrp [VERSE] Em Sippin' the peach soda Em The niggas inside, they gon' hide 'til the heat is over (Uh) Em I'ma rap 'til the beat is over (Uh) Em Two Chanel bags, the same price as my mink sofa (Go) Em And I move like the king cobra (Go) Em Slimin' them out, dawg, I didn't have to think it over (Slatt) Em This lil' bitch, I'ma bend her over Em After I'm done, call the gang, I'ma send her over (Gang) Em I'm in tune with the UPS (Yeah) Em Waitin' on packages, KPreme gon' do the rest Em Got some bitches in Budapest Em Strapped with them Ks, they walk 'round wearin' bullet vests (Ooh, frrp) Em I need you to do more, but speak less Em Youngins gon' open, uh Em Youngins gon' open 'em up like some Mucinex (Go) Em Give me top, baby, keep the sex (Go) Em My dick get bigger when I see a money check Em Used to didn't have a hundred bands (Beep) Em Now I'm outside with the gang doin' the money dance Em I'm in rush hour, roadrunnin' (Mm) Em I'm in rush hour, roadrunnin' like Jackie Chan Em My big brother was beatin' pans (Beat it) Em Lil' brother psyched out, he might go shoot your mans (Buh, buh, beep) Em Sunday through Sunday (Sunday) Em I got them bitches comin' on the runway (On the runway) Em Fuck with the feng shui (Fuck with) Em Break a bitch back like the wood like a sensei Em Fuck did that nigga say? (Fuck) Em You wasn't 'round at the gym back at Lindley (Beep) Em Split Em Yeah Em Uh-huh (Told my slime, Earl, hold it on) Em Yeah (Hold that shit down, nigga, I'ma see it) Em Uh-huh (You gon' see it and now he see it, for real, he held it down) Em Uh-huh (Feel me) Em Uh-huh (For real), uh-huh, uh-huh Em Beep, look (Go) [VERSE] Em I'm hated that much, I don't give a damn (Go) Em I used to swipe, finesse through the Skype through the night Em I would eat on a Grand Slam (Swipe) Em Don't be like me, I'm a millionaire Em Still ridin' dirty 'round town like Chamillionaire (Don't be like me) Em These niggas softer than Build-A-Bear Em Penthouse, then make her eat with no silverware (Shit, ayy, fuck) Em I'm crackin' this bitch like some software (Go) Em I got her boyfriend on my crosshair Em He talkin' down (Phew), go the sound Em I'm in New York, need a loft here (Damn) Em Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' boss here (Damn) Em No, ain't no nigga soft here (Fuck 'em) Em My niggas down, they came from the town (Phew) Em They let it off here (Slatt) Em Audemars Piguet, ice me (Ice) Em Where I be fuckin' this Pisces? Em She wanna beat up the wifey (She was down) Em I like the Piguets, I like the emeralds Em Damn, them shits look like a icy (Ice) Em Different in school, check out the IQ Em I made more guap than the IT (Yeah) www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Em Shit, nah, whole time niggas hold shit down (Frrt, frrt, hold it down) Em Yeah, whole time niggas never lack, niggas keep a hundred rounds (Whole time, frrt) Em Yeah, home alone, nigga, run up on me, do 'em like Macaulay Caulkin (Shit, shit, shit, yeah) Em Two-fifty for the Bentley coupe, I ain't drive it, leave it parkin' (Fif') [VERSE] Em A lot of my choices was dumb shit Em Gang pull up on the block and they dump shit Em My niggas got red on their head Em Red on their head on some Trump shit (Brrt) Em I'm swervin' the 'Burban down Highland (Skrt) Em Swervin' the whip on some drunk shit (Swerve) Em I'm not a fighter at all Em But I stomp his head, wanted him dead (Prrt, prrt, prrt) Em Won't get a foot in my conscience (Poh) Em These bitches hang 'round for the content (Bitch) Em It took me way outta context (Oh) Em My youngin' gon' blow like a Semtex (Shit, beep) Em Live everywhere like some Germex (Hee) Em Just tell my nigga his turn next (God) Em Burn that shit down Em Don't play with me, bitch, I'ma burn it (Burn) Em Yeah (Burn), young nigga earn it (Brrt) Em Don't speak on no shit you don't know about Em Before you speak on it go learn that Em Shit, shit, yeah (Shit) Em For real, keepin' this shit for real (Beep) Em Three in the two like Shaquille (Yeah) Em I don't even know how to feel (Beep) www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Em Nah, whole time niggas hold shit down (Frrt, frrt, hold it down) Em Yeah, whole time niggas never lie, niggas keep a hundreds rounds (Whole time, frrt) Em Yeah, home alone, nigga, run up on me, do 'em like Macaulay Caulkin (Shit, shit, shit, yeah) Em Two-fifty for the Bentley coupe, I ain't drive it, leave it parkin' (Fif') [OUTRO] Em Frrt, frrt (Go) Em Frrt, frrt Em Frrt, frrt
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