LIL BABY – Errbody Chords and Tabs for Guitar and Piano

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This single was released on 04 December 2020. The vocals are by Lil Baby ,the music is produced by Section 8 , Lil Baby, and the lyrics are written by Section 8,.
It is originally in the key of D Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 70 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar or piano.
Vocals: Lil Baby ,
Producer(s): Section 8,
Writer(s): Section 8 , Lil Baby,

 
Original Key: D Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 70
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
c h o r d  z o n e . o r g
 [INTRO]


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 Dm
 Flyer than everybody
   Dm
 Section  just straight cooked this muhfucker up
   Bb 
 Flyer than everybody
  A
 Flyer than everybody
 
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 [CHORUS]
                    Dm
 I'm flyer than everybody
 Dm
 Helicopter in the middle of the hood
                    Dm
 I'm flyer than everybody
           Dm
 All this fame these niggas be chasin'
                   Bb
 I swear I don't care about it

 Boy, you play, you gon' die in front of everybody
                                           A
 Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms
   A
 Caught a L but I wish that they headshot 'em
                                  Dm
 Free my nigga Long, yeah, the feds got 'em
 
 [VERSE ONE]
 Dm
 I used to pray for a plug who gon' go out the way
   Dm
 And come back with a lot of them bitches
  Dm
 I used to dream about condos when we leavin' Lenox
 Dm
 Now I stay on top of them bitches
  Bb
 I won't give a damn if he ran him up a whole billion
    Bb
 I still won't acknowledge the nigga

 He put my name in a song, what the fuck is he on?
      A
 I don't care, boy, we gotta go get 'em

 Dm
 House big as fuck in the middle of nowhere
 Dm
 I dick her down, I don't care what my hoe wear
  Dm
 I made lil' Cam spend a block on a four-wheel
 Dm
 Nah, for real, spend the block on the four-wheel
 Bb
 Five million dollars, for me, that ain't no deal
 Bb
 I done made that times six in like three years
  Bb                                             A
 Off this rap shit, I can't even talk about the trap shit
 
                          Dm
 I just hope they can take it, I keep me a Stallion like Megan
 Dm 
 A residency out in Vegas
         Dm
 Might fly to LA and go fuck with Lebron and the Lakers
  Dm
 Come back to Atlanta with Jayda
                   Bb 
 Bruh told us to take care of the neighbors and stack all the paper
   Bb 
 Whatever we want, buy it later
               
 I know how to shit on a hater and handle the business
     A
 Whatever God give me, I’m grateful

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 [CHORUS]
                    Dm
 I'm flyer than everybody
 Dm
 Helicopter in the middle of the hood
                    Dm
 I'm flyer than everybody
           Dm
 All this fame these niggas be chasin'
                   Bb
 I swear I don't care about it

 Boy, you play, you gon' die in front of everybody
                                           A
 Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms
   A
 Caught a L but I wish that they headshot 'em
                                  Dm
 Free my nigga Long, yeah, the feds got 'em
  
 [VERSE TWO]
 Dm
 Cartier watches for everyone 'round me
 Dm
 I ran it up, how the fuck could you down me?
   Dm
 She set for life, how the fuck is you clownin'?
  Dm
 Bought all this water, ain't never gon' drown
  Bb
 I'm in the 'Yo, I'm perfectin' my sound
  Bb
 I helped them out and they let me down again
  A
 I ain't comin' back around again
   A
 Fell in love and I found a friend

    Dm
 I done geeked up the motor
   Dm
 My brother in prison in Polo
  Dm
 I jumped in the game and went loco
 Dm
 I put on these clothes like a hobo
  Dm
 That's layers of drip, I showed my ass in Phipps
               Bb
 You play, ya mans get killed
    Bb
 Said that before but I'm dead for real

 Lil' bro jumpin' 'round like his legs done healed
   Bb                    A
 I ran it up off a vacuum sealed

                           Dm 
 If I fall off today I'm a legend still
 Dm 
 Bruh showed me the way, I ain't never steal
   Dm 
 This Glock ain't no prop, it'll pop for real
    Dm 
 I fuck with the syrup, I don't pop no pills
                                     Bb 
 My young niggas turnt, they don't got no deals
 Bb 
 I need me a billion so I can chill
   Bb
 I'm drivin' like I ain't got no license still
 Bb                                   A
 My Trackhawk move like it got nitrogen, I'm poppin' seals

 [CHORUS]
                    Dm
 I'm flyer than everybody
 Dm
 Helicopter in the middle of the hood
                    Dm
 I'm flyer than everybody
           Dm
 All this fame these niggas be chasin'
                   Bb
 I swear I don't care about it

 Boy, you play, you gon' die in front of everybody
                                           A
 Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms
   A
 Caught a L but I wish that they headshot 'em
                                  Dm
 Free my nigga Long, yeah, the feds got 'em
  
 [VERSE THREE]
  Dm
 I paid attention and found out the recipe
 Dm
 I take a seat and they still won't get 'head of me
 Dm
 I'm on my shit, now a bitch can't get next to me
  Dm
 You ain't got a hundred thousand, you can’t have sex with me
   Bb
 Ain't showed the best of me yet
  Bb
 And ain't in nobody debt, I'm sum' like a vet'
 Bb
 I bought my big brother a 'Vette
                A
 My numbers so good, my label prolly owe me a check

       Dm
 They play with Lil Baby, I swear it gon' go down
 Dm
 Biggest lil' nigga that's over at Motown
  Dm
 Jumped off the porch and went straight, 
  Dm
 kicked the door down Flipped the clip, switch the clip, it's some more rounds
 Bb
 Rappers fake and be hatin', I don't go 'round
  Bb
 I took 12 on a chase, I had four ounces
  A
 Ask around, we them guys, come we do no clownin'
   A
 If I can I'm gon' try keep the smoke down

 Dm
 Once it's up then it's stuck, it ain't go down
  Dm
 Like to switch where I sleep, I got four houses
 Dm
 Every time the heat come, I make four thousand
 Dm
 Big done gave me the game and I ran with it
  Dm
 Milked the game 'til I quit, I ain't playin' with it
   Bb
 Could've been, hit yo' bitch, I be sparin' niggas
  Bb
 Make me mad, I'm gon' call up them grave diggers
  A
 Bought my mom a new crib and it's way bigger
 
  Dm
 Never been to it once, that's a great feelin'
 Dm
 I'ma go there when I get a chance
 Dm
 I lost five hunnid racks before I signed a deal
 Dm
 Swear to God, still got my advance
  Bb
 Yeah, I'm lit, I been savin' this guala up
  Bb
 Yeah, I hit, but she ain't get a follow-up
  Bb                            A
 Ain't no reason to beef with no one about none of these women
                         Dm
 I promise they swallow us all

 [CHORUS]
                    Dm
 I'm flyer than everybody
 Dm
 Helicopter in the middle of the hood
                    Dm
 I'm flyer than everybody
           Dm
 All this fame these niggas be chasin'
                   Bb
 I swear I don't care about it

 Boy, you play, you gon' die in front of everybody
                                           A
 Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms
   A
 Caught a L but I wish that they headshot 'em
                                  Dm
 Free my nigga Long, yeah, the feds got 'em
 

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