This single was released on 19 March 2021. The vocals are by Lil Poppa, the music is produced by Lil Poppa, and the lyrics are written by RealRed , YC.
This song is originally in the key of Eb Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 86 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
This song is originally in the key of Eb Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 86 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Original Key: Eb Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 86 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Ebm Db B . [VERSE] B Turn me up YC (Turn me up YC, turn me up YC) RealRed, I'm so fuckin' bumpin', bro Ebm Them niggas send shots, we send shots back Db Lil' one said they on the block, take em where the opps at B We need another Glock, fuck it go and cop that B Db What the fuck wrong with the cops, asking, "Where Poppa at?" [VERSE ONE] Ebm You little boys can't hang with us, I don't care who you know Ebm Db Them niggas don't want no war with us I see straight through the smoke B We take them K's on tour with us, you know them shooters go B Db Soon as you meet, hop out on feet, yeah, that's that ooda flow Ebm Bitch, don't ask what happened to Leeke, I don't want you to know Ebm Db You gonna have me thinking you creep and I can't shoot a ho B Said fuck it and I jumped straight off the porch, go wherе ever Dooda go B Db Interrogation thеy was trying bring up that boy, I don't know no foolio www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Ebm Ayy, Lil Poppa, I know why them niggas mad they ain't want you to blow Ebm Db Take care my fam, I gotta run me up a bag, that's who I do it for B Usually high but I'm not right now, that's all I got right now B Db Wasn't for this, then I probably be on the block right now Ebm So I ain't playing, my lil' nigga say ya hot right now Ebm Db You need a fan and he eager to let off shots right now B He get to spraying B Feel like you can't, but you can, so I ain't hearing what you saying Db Ebm This all was part of the plan, going from a boy to a man [VERSE TWO] Ebm Fuck that shit run up my bands, fuck that jewelry I need some land Ebm Db B They say my fans depend on me but I'm depending on my fans B I mix Fanta with the lean, bitch, this Percocet a ten B Db Ebm I need to give this shit away, I pray this shit come to an end Ebm Bitch, while you gossping, out here pussy popping, telling all your friends Ebm Db B Can't talk to nobody but God about it, I committed all them sins B I probably be back at square one, if I took care of all my kin B Db Ebm But to everybody that stayed down, I swear we all gonna win Ebm Ain't I got no time to be stressing bout no shit I'm fed up Ebm Db B Before you lay down, look bitch, you know you gotta give that head up B Now I can't lie, girl you the shit now gonna toot that ass up B Db Ebm Say Poppa I know no less than 50, fuck you think this bookbag for? www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Ebm Ayy, Lil Poppa, I know why them niggas mad they ain't want you to blow Ebm Take care my fam, I gotta run me up a bag, that's who I do it for Db B Usually high but I'm not right now, that's all I got right now B Db Wasn't for this, then I probably be on the block right now Ebm So I ain't playing, my lil' nigga say ya hot right now Ebm Db You need a fan and he eager to let off shots right now B He get to spraying B Feel like you can't, but you can, so I ain't hearing what you saying Db Ebm This all was part of the plan, going from a boy to a man
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