FREDO BANG – Oppanese Chords and Tabs for Guitar and Piano

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This single was released on 07 May 2021. The vocals are by Fredo Bang, the music is produced by Fredo Bang, Uno Reyes, PJONTHETRACK , Blvck Uzi, and the lyrics are written by Uno Reyes, PJONTHETRACK , Blvck Uzi.
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 80 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Vocals: Fredo Bang ,
Producer: Uno Reyes, PJONTHETRACK , Blvck Uzi,
Writer: Fredo Bang, Uno Reyes, PJONTHETRACK , Blvck Uzi,

 
Original Key: C# Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 80
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
c h o r d  z o n e . o r g
 [INTRO]
 
  C#m                    F#m       C#m F#m C#m F#m 
 (Uno got the streets going crazy)

 (I told 'em PJ got them tracks)
  C#m                              F#m 
 Say something, spray something, I make it sound off
  C#m                            F#m                       C#m F#m C#m F#m 
 Draco hold a hunnid, I done knocked the whole crowd off
           F#m 
 (Yo Uzi, run that shit up)
 
 [VERSE ONE]
    C#m                              F#m 
 I don't need no nigga to vouch for me (Vouch for me), 
  F#m 
 my body count gon' speak (Baow, baow)
  C#m 
 Bitch tryna bring up opps, 
   F#m 
 I told that ho, "I don't speak Oppanese" (Bitch)
           C#m 
 She like, "Why you keep me 'round? 
        F#m 
 But it's the top and drop some knees (Gyeah, gyaeh, gyeah)
      C#m                              F#m 
 They want me in the cell, they tryna stop me like monopoly

 C#m                     F#m 
 Oh, oh, dissing in his feelings, I ain't trippin', 
          C#m 
 he just talk loud (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
          F#m                                         C#m 
 Pull up or a mil' up out the cell, it's just three eight ball
        F#m                                                  C#m 
 All my opps got bullet holes, you can ask them what that Drac' 'bout
                                                                 C#m 
 I'm not thrilling, I got bodies, so my bidness, you should stay out
 
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 [CHORUS]
     F#m                               C#m 
 I quit sipping the syrup, I can't doze off (I can't doze off)
  F#m                                      C#m 
 Choppa spittin', get to rippin' all the doors off (Doors off)
   F#m 
 He was a troll, that shit got old, 
            C#m 
 I made him doze off (I made him, pew pew, baow, baow, baow, baow)
               F#m                                 C#m
 Blood up on my shoes, now I'm tryna wash his soul off

  F#m                                C#m 
 I quit sipping the syrup, I can't doze off (I can't doze off)
  F#m                                      C#m 
 Choppa spittin', get to rippin' all the doors off (Doors off)
  F#m 
 He was a troll, that shit got old, 
            C#m 
 I made him doze off (I made him, pew pew, baow, baow, baow, baow)
    F#m                                          C#m 
 Blood up on my shoes, now I'm tryna wash his soul off

 [POST CHORUS]
 C#m                          F#m 
 Say something, spray something, I make it sound off
 C#m                                                    C#m   F#m 
 Draco hold a hunnid, I done knocked the whole crowd off
  C#m                     F#m 
 I don't really know what I'm doin' (Baow, baow), yeah
 
 [VERSE TWO]
             C#m                                  F#m 
 We get the drop, we on your ass, we make these niggas vacate (Baow, baow)
        C#m                                   F#m 
 Pop a nigga, do some time, we call that shit a vacay (We call that shit a vacay)
         C#m                           F#m 
 Choppa sing, make it ring, better call for mayday (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
            C#m                                  F#m 
 Catch 'em slippin', they go nuts 'cause they know it's payday (Brrr), wait

   C#m                   F#m                             C#m
 Oh, oh, they say it's money on my head, they on my coat tail (Yeah, yeah)
    F#m                                  C#m 
 Why you waiting? I got niggas at ya doorbell
         F#m                                 C#m 
 Yeah, I drop twenty, I drop thirty if it's smoke there
   F#m                                              C#m 
 Last time I checked, I think my youngin' took a soul there
 
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 [CHORUS]
    F#m                               C#m 
 I quit sipping the syrup, I can't doze off (I can't doze off)
   F#m                                      C#m 
 Choppa spittin', get to rippin' all the doors off (Doors off)
            F#m                                C#m 
 He was a troll, that shit got old, I made him doze off 
 
 (I made him, pew pew, baow, baow, baow, baow)
        F#m                                       C#m 
 Blood up on my shoes, now I'm tryna wash his soul off

 F#m                                    C#m
 I quit sipping the syrup, I can't doze off (I can't doze off)
  F#m                                       C#m 
 Choppa spittin', get to rippin' all the doors off (Doors off)
          F#m                                       C#m 
 He was a troll, that shit got old, I made him doze off 
 
 (I made him, pew pew, baow, baow, baow, baow)
             F#m 
 Blood up on my shoes, now I'm tryna wash his soul off

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