This song is from the album The Voice(2021), released on 29 January 2021. The vocals are by Lil Durk , Pooh Shiesty, the music is produced by DJ Bandz, DJ FMCT , Lil Durk, and the lyrics are written by Prod. By Mo, NOM, DJ FMCT , DJ Bandz.
This song 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 70 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
This song 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 70 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Vocals: Lil Durk , Pooh Shiesty ,
Producer: Prod. By Mo, NOM, DJ FMCT , DJ Bandz,
Writer: DJ Bandz, DJ FMCT , Lil Durk,
Producer: Prod. By Mo, NOM, DJ FMCT , DJ Bandz,
Writer: DJ Bandz, DJ FMCT , Lil Durk,
Original Key: E 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] Em DJ FMCT Em Ayy, they told me I can't be around no gang members C B Y'all got me fucked up, nigga Em I go everywhere with my killers, man C DJ Bandz, oh, man B Yeah, let's get it [VERSE] Em Throw that mask on, when you jump out first you better blast (Yeah) C B V. don't like slow shit, on hits, them switches (Brrt) fast (Gang) Em Ain't gon lie, the city haul with strikers, they don't last (Turn up) C B When you poppin' with your killers, you better check your guys (Man, what) Em We don't party on other blocks, they fuck with other opps (Let's get it) C B Then come 'round like you gang, that got your brother shot (Brrah) Em You say his name insidе a song, that got your brother hot (Let's get it) C B Thеn leave him hangin' without a lawyer, that shit dumb as fuck (Pussy) Em You come outside without your gun, lil' boy, you dumb as fuck (Dumb as fuck) C B Ain't no quick run to the store, they pop out, fire you up (Brrah) Em I told my PO through the gate that I get high as fuck (I get high as fuck) C B She ask me how high do I get, I told her high as Duck (Tooka) www.chordzone.org Em My brother told me get some property, I kept gettin' Glockies (Gettin' Glocks) C I told him I only drink wocky, he say I'm gettin' cocky (Let's get it) All them bitches wanna fuck me, I don't give them money B One bitch thought I told her, "Yeah," I said, "You better block me" Em He survived one to the head, but it fucked up his body C B You think he off a eight or red the way that nigga noddin' Em He don't even know 'bout drugs, he sell lean, OxyContin C B You tryna judge him off his looks, that lil' boy actually robbin' Em Man, he talkin' 'bout gang in this bitch (Why he callin', talkin' 'bout gang?) C B He ain't get back from that one shit, man his gang ain't on shit Em Fonem posted up outside, Dracos hanging and shit C B Before he died, his ass a goofy, now he famous and shit (Brrr, brrr, brrr) [VERSE] Em I'm King Draco, got my name off drilling, Em check the record, bitch (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt) C B That pussy dropped that song about me, he get found without his dick Em Send off a bag 'bout my lil' cousin, they fakin', they'll call it quits C B They made me mad enough, I spin through there myself, say the wrong shit Em Might still sip when I get low, but I prefer Wock over trip C B Fucked up and let me in the door, I went fully on auto sticks Em I'm Mr. Slime 'Em Out, I caught his backdoor, unlocked on the lick C B Or Mr. Leave No Evidence, know my criminal book hella thick (On God) www.chordzone.org Em You niggas goose, ain't got no gun Em C You went away, your ass is dumb C B Em I'm on my sixth Moncler this winter, I couldn't wait to get some money Em C My lil' nigga up four souls, he caught two dressed up like a junkie C B They thought I was just rappin' B Em Lately, murder gang, that shit ain't funny Em C You know the murder gang, they come through, that shit ain't funny C B Em I'm locked in with hunters, from the God, got killers 'round the country Em C I might don't need to slime 'em out, just be yourself and stay 300 B Em We get money Monday through Saturday, pray to Trey Day every Sunday Em My cleats tied up in the field, won't never hear me go out runnin' C B Em Post up a pic like I'm in LA, but the whole time I'm with gun Em C We ain't tryna keep hearin' 'bout that shit you did, go get active again B Em It's either eat or get ate on my side, I'ma fuck the drops and go and spin Em C Three and O, we skunkin' shit, get one more kill, conceal the win C B Em Beef with us, won't never land 'till y'all get hit up with them pens Em C Can't come around unless you get a body, chopper, F&N B Em We caught one of them pussies drunk, he died before he dropped the Henny Em C Got 'bout ten whips in my garage and still don't know what to get in C B Em Take off the emblems out the 'Cat, tint out the window 'fore I spin Em (Shh, brrr, tint out the window 'fore I spin, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
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