This single was released on 20 February 2021. The vocals are by Yelawolf , Caskey ,Yelawolf , Caskey, the music is produced by Caskey , Yelawolf,Caskey , Yelawolf, and the lyrics are written by Money Montage , Taysty,Money Montage , Taysty.
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 85 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 85 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Original Key: E Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 85 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] [VERSE] Em Bitch, it's in that dump, bitch, it's in that dump Em Piled up, gotta keep that bandana tied up Em Whip a dirty lambo out that parkin' lot Em Graffiti on the seat because she bleeding, I don't give a fuck, I'm greedy Em I don't give you truth not worth believing Em Chop the top off of that whip 'cause I don't give a roof a ceiling Em Bottles of that brew until it's suds Em Throw that bitch into the crowd, watch the socket come unplugged Em (Throw hands) Throw hands in the pit Em Baby boy is on his shit, tall cans and the fifth, yeah Em Forty ounce and the fifth, that's in our rhythm Em Forty now and gettin' rich, baby, how you feelin'? Em Told you I'd be Willie Nelson of this rappin' shit Em Forget my verses and won't play none of my classic hits Em You shoulda been there when I cared about what people thought Em I been dumpin', it don't matter how much wеight they bought Em Talk, Yelawolf is iconic Em Blacksheep, white boys, it ain't nothin' but ironic Em Ironic, I brought it, I rock it Em Caught thе wave like I was silver surfin' Milky Way's comets Em Milky Way with the silky wave droppin', that's Em Slick Ricky Bobby on the song and that's Em Quick, bitch, go get ya boy some prophylac' Em 'tics, 'cause I'm only fuckin' beats raw www.chordzone.org [VERSE] Em They was sippin' on it, thought that it was cognac Em Make a pussy nervous 'bout his life, he hypochondriac Em Man, I came a long way from ounces out the laundromat Em Serve a zombie somethin', make him wonder where his mommy at Em Launderin' the money 'cause it's written in the stars, that my zodiac Em All that bluffin' y'all was doin', gotta show me that Em Yelawolf, young Cas, in the trap house Em Drawin' so much out the plugs, reasons why there's blackouts Em Put the black strap inside of the Chevy box Em My homie hid a kilo out the Betty Crock' Em Bettin' on myself 'cause they contemplatin' tryin' me, they better not Em I'm tryin' out this iron, leave 'em heavy shots Em I send 'em to Heaven's gates, I'm a fuckin' opportunist Em I go optimize the units and I dramatize the eulog' Em Bullets penetrate, by my eyes they know I'm zooted Em All my diamonds undiluted, all your wives could get recruited Em I regenerate, every time I win I call it back to basics Em Ayy, wonderin' where you should go to sleep Em Far away from me 'cause that's where it's the safest Em If you cross me once, I ain't tryna preach, I reach for the hammer Em There's so many straps in here they thought it was east Atlanta Em Shots came out anonymous, it's no secret Santa Em 'cause you know who it is, I gotta teach y'all some manners [VERSE] Em Teach y'all some manners, learn your manners, yes sir Em And leave that bullshit on the curb, word Em Pullin' up outta that Chevy Em With every one of my people on go Em A million up by the weekend Em And both of my bosses on payroll Em Flyin' out the parkin' lot Em With the bus full of partyin' baddies and hoes Em Went to sleep on 'em like I was a line Em 'cause tomorrow's another show, ayy Em Both are beside of me and the fire Em How I get it, I'll never know Em I show my bro Em How to go take him a ounce and then shake it and turn it to gold Em Over the stove Em All of this water I've touched, it's like it was a waterin' hole Em I gotta slaughter the goat Em Tell him that it never came and charge him for mo' Em Yeah, weekend, where the weekend Em Gonna peek in peepholes for the peepshow Em Boy, we go creepin' for the reason Em No crease in the jeans, no, only holes Em Rockstar, we're the rockstar Em Wanna pop bras off and throw that bra like a backdrop Em In the back of the Caprice Em With a gold teeth [?] Em Ayy, my gun be geekin' Em And the deacon could get hit too, it [?] reload Em And I got a petri dish full of ET shit Em We lit, I can see the globe Em Blowin' like C4 Em But the mushroom cloud full of weed smoke Em I'm bustin' down feelings of ego Em I'm touchin' the crowd, I'm up over the top lookin' for C notes Em Catfish Billy, bitch, and I'm on top like really, bitch Em Comin' up from the gutter my benefit Em Get popped like a [?] boy, we're living Em Put a rock in a stack like a pyramid Em Put a map on the dash Em I'm high as an aircraft and I'm public danger Em Put the plane on the hanger Em The boys are back for the pack and they got a banger Em No hands but I'm armed and dangerous Em No plan but I always manage Em How the fuck they made someone like me famous? Em Kickin' ass that I'm never gon' see, anus Em Ain't it, funny, how I'm on top, limitless? Em And against the odds like immigrants Em All they ever tried do was limit this Em But I see the potential www.chordzone.org Em And I pushed work out a residential Em And I went crashed the rental Em But I ain't pay for the coverage or incidentals Em But it's all good Em Millions accumulated off of only the pen and pencil Em You goin' broke at the same I'm gettin' rich Em I could see what's coincidental Em Pick a pepper, pick a record, pick a second Em Pick up a paper and pick it apart Em Quote it up, quote it up, beat it up, throw it up Em Throw it up 'til you are sick of this art Em Sick of this artist, kick the table, the bar's flipped Em No bar skipped, the bar's up, the target? Of course us Em Blacksheep, Yelawolf, bitch (bitch)
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