POLO G – For My Fans (Freestyle) Chords and Tabs for Guitar and Piano

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This single was released on 22 March 2021. The vocals are by Polo G, the music is produced by Polo G, and the lyrics are written by ​jayygostupid!, Pxcoyo , Damn E.
This song is originally in the key of C 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: Polo G ,
Producer: ​jayygostupid!, Pxcoyo , Damn E,
Writer: Polo G,

 
Original Key: C Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 70
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
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[INTRO]
 
 Cm
 Lil' Capalot (Lil' Capalot), bitch (Bitch), haha (Haha)
 Cm
 (Damn E, this shit exclusive)
 Cm
 On foenem, man, you know we in this bitch, ganged out
 Cm
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, gang, gang (Gang, gang)

 [VERSE]
 Cm
 FN knock his head off, fuck the jakes, we sped off
 Cm
 Dissin' on the 'net 'bout Ed and Lil Bit got his mans chalked
 Cm
 We gon' take his life, bitch, that's how much dissin' the dead cost
 Cm
 I put that lil' bag up on his wig, he got his dreads bought
 Cm
 Tried to run, them bullets hawked him down, we left his legs crossed
 Cm
 We can speak 'bout bitches or this money, don't do fed talk
 Cm
 Hundreds on my wrist watch, AP make her lick cock
 Cm
 In a mansion I bought mama, with my lil' sis' makin' TikToks
 Cm
 Lil' Joe lеt that stick pop, smoke opps out the ziplock
 Cm
 We gon' lеave a brick shot, chase him out his flip flops
 Cm
 Catch him on the day, you play with us and get your bitch shot
 Cm
 See them lights and take 'em on the chase, don't do no pitstops
 Cm
 Too Turnt Gang, we drop the rakes, kill 'em, what my chopper say
 Cm
 Fuck it, let that chopper spray, caught him snoozin', shot his face
 Cm
 I was taught to get close on your man, don't shoot from blocks away
 Cm
 I call my lil' killer, "What's the plan? Let's whack an opp today"
 Cm
 Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, bitch (Bitch)
 
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 Cm
 See like, this shit really be easy to me like, I don't know, like
 Cm
 You feel me? I do shit when I get bored, aight, you feel me?
 Cm
 This rap shit just like second nature
 Cm
 On bro, Lil' Capalot, man
 Cm
 (Pxcoyo killed this beat, bitch)

 [VERSE]
 Cm
 Flukey, I heard he went out so flukey
 Cm
 Just enough facts that his ass was a goofy
 Cm
 I'm from off Hudson, we do it for Gucci (Huh)
 Cm
 Gucci, switch it up to the Prada or Louis
 Cm
 Whole lotta clips for this chopper, no movie
 Cm
 Like JT, bitch, I got a lil' Uzi (Uh)
 Cm
 Hop out the Impala, swingin' his chopper
 Cm
 We cook his noodles like pasta
 Cm
 We gon' spend like a watch to wipe out his rasta
 Cm
 He gon' need God, fuck a doctor
 Cm
 .40 punch like a boxer, hit him up proper
 Cm
 We don't need heat from the coppers
 Cm
 Voices singin' like operas, wake his whole block up
 Cm
 We give out shots like it's vodka
 Cm
 I can teach you some shit, nigga, pay attention
 Cm
 When I stepped in the game, they like "Wait a minute"
 Cm
 Now it's mansions, man, we came from basement livin'
 Cm
 I was trappin' and still had some cases pendin'
 Cm
 Came a long way from stuck in that station sittin'
 Cm
 He can't keep up with me, 'cause my payments different
 Cm
 On the road with my demons, got Satan grinnin'
 Cm
 Now we up on the opps, and they hate me winnin', bitch
 
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 Cm
 (jayygostupid!)
 Cm
 Turn the beat up, turn the beat up, turn it
 Cm
 Mmm, mmm


 Cm
 Pop out, some killers at night time
 Cm
 Grew up with some villians, we don't fight crimes
 Cm
 Hope you peepin' the right side (Uh)
 Cm
 Or they gon' be watchin' his lifeline
 Cm
 I hate you, I love you, then it's fuck you, can't trust you
 Cm
 True colors gon' bust through
 Cm
 Relationships get hard and we all got one person we stuck to
 Cm
 Shit fuckin' long, 'cause my bucks blue and my truck new
 Cm
 Hell, nah, don't invite me to your function
 Cm
 We'll light it up for nothin', keep a pipe, know how we comin'
 Cm
 What's my age? I'm 1300
 Cm
 All this fame be hard to stomach from all that pain and all that sufferin'
 Cm
 Like I got survivors guilt from my past, I'm always runnin', uh
 Cm
 Glock Gen5, no safety and them shooters hot like KD
 Cm
 Told God to "Grab my hand, I'm only gon' go as far as you take me"
 Cm
 Know a closed mouth don't get fed, so I told him "Fuck you nigga, pay me"
 Cm
 For the gang flag I'm a patriot, goin' G.O.A.T. status like Brady
 Cm
 Mmm, ooh, mmm, mmm
 Cm
 (Pull up with a few goons, they some loose screws
 Cm
 Glocks blast, R.I.P. to you)

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