This single was released on 14 August 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 65 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar or piano.
Original Key: E Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 65 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Em C D Em C D . (Yo, Nflated, spice that bitch up) www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Em Burnin' on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy C D R.I.P. Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. 24 Em I can make a cool 50K in less than twenty-four hours C D Ridin' with the pack through the Tennessee mountains Em VPN, SOCKS, and at least three routers C D I'ma thumb through it, I don't need no counter Em Had to resuscitate a bitch, my neck almost drowned her C D I got oil, I got hemp, I got wax, I got flower Em Burnin' on pre-roll, finna go to Pluto C D Drippin' real hard when I'm hoppin' out two-door Em I just met a psychedelic plug named Hugo C D Thirty laptops in my motherfuckin' condo Em White collar diamonds, nigga ballin' like Lonzo C D These niggas overrated like Joe Flacco Em Feelin' like Jim Jones, nigga, I'm a capo C D I'ma flip a Rolls-Royce, I'm feelin' like Pop Smoke [VERSE] Em Banana Cream Cake in my motherfuckin' hemp wrap C D If I don't like the smell, then the pack get sent back Em If I don't like his energy, I push a nigga shit back C D Making hash oil, listening to Bank, Big Facts Em Making hash oil, listening to Scream, Big Facts C D All that slick talkin' finna get a nigga kidnapped Em Gelonade got a nigga finna go and lift off C D I'ma empty out the magazine when I'm pissed off Em I'm on that Wedding Pie, it got me geeked C D My bitch hit it twice and then she went to sleep Em I drop bud on the clock with the perfect technique C D I'ma hit from the rear, I wan' grab her obliques Em I ain't got time in the day for my females be mad at me C D Internet racks, I'ma run it up rapidly Em She know I'm vicious, I'm fuckin' her savagely C D She know I get racks, she know my mentality Em Grew up in the trap watching Kobe yam on a nigga C D Pull up in the Porsche, yeah, the Pan' on a nigga Em Yeah, pull up in the Dodge, yeah, the Ram on a nigga C D Anybody try, yeah, I'ma blam on niggas Em I'm the head bad guy, fifty different gridlines C D Turn a lacefront to a fire, fire hairline Em I was over drippin', I should start my own clothing line C D Got two jits, dawg, I'll die for both of mine Em I ain't never satisfied 'til my money increase C D Fucked up the profile, too many inquiries Em They be low-key hatin', I can hear 'em whispering C D All these baguette chains, you can see 'em glimmering Em Had to make a U-turn, I just seen a roadblock C D I ain't playin' no games, I ain't sparin' no opps Em It's a full moon now, so I'm burnin' Moon Rock C D Livin' off schemes, why is he on tip-top? www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Em Burnin' on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy C D R.I.P. Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. 24 Em I can make a cool 50K in less than twenty-four hours C D Ridin' with the pack through the Tennessee mountains Em VPN, SOCKS, and at least three routers C D I'ma thumb through it, I don't need no counter Em Had to resuscitate a bitch, my neck almost drowned her C D I got oil, I got hemp, I got wax, I got flower [VERSE] Em A1 Zone , I'm feelin' like Rocko C D Big, big spender, take a jet to Morocco Em I got pretty women showin' titties like I'm Flacko C D I came in a hard top, I'm still in the drop, though Em I can make the charts drop whenever I wan' drop somethin' C D I can give my big bro a dime, he'll pop somethin' Em These niggas not real slime, they imposter C D I know that my opps somewhere now playin' possum Em I come from a different type of cloth, we don't gossip C D Pussy nigga actin' like it's up, we'll chop him Em She diggin' the rocks in my ear, I'm a rockstar C D Come from out the trenches, gettin' paid like a popstar Em I be sellin' weed by the P like a rasta C D Who was in the car? Only me and a chopper Em I can make they heart stop if I decide to pop up C D I can make a million every month and don't drop nothin' Em I found out a way to make a thousand-dollar profit, uh C D Pilot say it's smellin' like weed in the cockpit Em I done made a quarter this week in Huaraches C D Top model with me tryna feed me hibachi Em I done got too much to lose, I'm cautious C D I done ran it up, I got sixteen watches Em Which one I'ma drive? I got sixteen options C D Em C D Hoppin' out thirty clip, bangin' Pockets [OUTRO] Em Burnin' on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy C D R.I.P. Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. 24
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