This single was released on 18 March 2021. The vocals are by Onefour, the music is produced by ONEFOUR, and the lyrics are written by I.amsolo , Willstah.
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.
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 (Yeah cut all that bah) Em You rap to your friends at parties asking Em "How do I sound on drill?" Em And most of them cats just go with the flow Em 'Cos half of them boys ain't real Em Oh one two I've been in these streets Em And oh two one I'm still in them still Em And when I say my brothers Em Will let that slap on a track Em 'Cos I know they will [VERSE] Em Phone my youngin, got me buggin' Em Paranoid for the boys in blue Em No talk for the noise we do Em Big noise for the toys we use Em It brings joy when I see the boys in the news Em We left them with an open sore Em Don't want war, better grow some balls Em Told my young G don't lose them keys Em Cos it's gonna do more than open doors www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Em These, these boys just out here drillin' in rap Em Got soldiers still in the trap Em (Preacher's callin') Em He's still spitting em facts Em But I gotta stay, hidden with that Em (They want mercy) Em I ain't giving them slack Em Instead I'm feeding em lead Em While broskis out there feedin em meds Em I know that side is feeling depressed Em These, these boys just out here drillin' in rap Em Got soldiers still in the trap Em (Preacher's callin') Em He's still spitting em facts Em But I gotta stay, hidden with that Em (They want mercy) Em I ain't giving them slack Em Instead I'm feeding em lead Em While broskis out there feedin meds [VERSE] Em I'ma bring a rambo to a fist fight Em Watch me flick my wrist like Ric Flair Em Been in the frontline on a op block so Em They can never flip my switch, they won't dare Em Living my life with a whole lotta risk Em But still I'm living up well Em And them boys over there Em Claiming heaven sent but Em Still we giving them hell Em See the gang's always gonna be active Em Drilling and trapping like cartel Em But the cops still try to come milk me Em But can never budge, cos I ain't no cow Em (Let me What!) Em Throw up my star signs for the sixty Em And the G's up for the gang as well Em Bah bah when I ring this bell Em Are they about war? Man i really can't tell Em 'Cos after round one they gon' throw in the towel Em Listen [BRIDGE] Em Yeah the hood might get pretty red hot Em But fuck that I'm with GSO Em And it gets real hot here in Oz Em But round here every year it snows Em I'm tryna put my name on land Em They're tryna buy the dearest clothes Em Different reason goes Em When they see the flash say cheese and pose [CHORUS] Em These, these boys outside here drillin' in rap Em Got soldiers still in the trap Em (Preacher's callin') Em He's still spitting them facts Em But I gotta stay, hidden with that Em (They want mercy) Em I ain't giving them slack Em Instead I'm feeding them lead Em While broskis out there feedin them meds Em I know that side is feeling depressed Em These, these boys outside here drillin' in rap Em Got soldiers still in the trap Em (Preacher's callin') Em He's still spitting them facts Em But I gotta stay, hidden with that Em (They want mercy) Em I ain't giving them slack Em Instead I'm feeding them lead Em While broskis out there feedin them meds Em I know that side is feeling depressed Em This shit ain't war for us, and it's not war for me Em They talk bout drills and that Em When shhh got dripped up awfully Em They say they drill and trap when their boys can't afford a C Em And I pay my bills with rap Em But still got packs for all the fiends Em Trap phone rings, they callin' me Em Kitchen call that sorcery Em They say I'm done with that four four Em But I still got swords like Lord of the Rings Em This cyber beef we forfeiting Em Just save it for the streets Em And if you ain't gang, don't talk to me Em Just let the scoreboard speak Em (Bitch) Em Fuck them pussies Em Yeah lad [OUTRO] Em Gang gang, ayy Em Gang gang, ayy Em Skrr Em Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Em Bah bah bah Em (You thought we were fucking done? Part two coming soon...bitch!)
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