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 72 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Producer: Twysted Genius , 30 Roc,
Writer: Twysted Genius, 30 Roc, Gucci Mane , BIG30,
Original Key: E Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 72 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Em Twysted Genius, baby Em Get back, get back Em Yeah (Wop) Em Ha, yeah Em Ha [CHORUS] Em Man, this shit crazy Em I'm in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors Em This murder shit ain't nothin' to me, whackin' shit on the daily Em Lil' bitch say she ain't heard of me, told the lil' bitch she gazin' Em Still trappin' up out my flip, wish I could go trap out my pages [VERSE] Em I see these niggas hatin', I ain't losin' sleep about it, though Em Members creep like TLC, .223 shells out the Jeep Em No one gon' take care of me the way that I take care of me Em Get booked in from security, your bodyguard ain't scarin' me Em Put your friend in therapy, you know I did it, barely live Em Askin' me, "Take care of it," I squash it if I pay the bills Em I don't plan to take his gang to play, no, I don't play with them Em I don't freepick niggas, when I beef, I show no favoritism Em Lil' boy still need training wheels, these army guns, not baby pistols Em All these folks and babies in my house, I'm like a babysitter Em Gucci Mane, it's Shiesty, twins, we bait 'em and then play the nigga Em But shit get frenzy, twin F&N's, stand on ten, I raised the nigga Em Shootin' first, then did the verse, my bank account go crazy, nigga Em Police keep on tasin' niggas, one shot killed him, matched the nigga Em Shiesty, that's my dawg, no winsky, ain't no way I'm tradin', nigga Em No shade, I'm too rich to fade, he ran up, so I blazed the nigga www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Em Man, this shit crazy Em I'm in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors Em This murder shit ain't nothin' to me, whackin' shit on the daily Em Lil' bitch say she ain't heard of me, told the lil' bitch she gazin' Em Still trappin' up out my flip, wish I could go trap out my pages [VERSE] Em Sent your mama to snitch on me, man, these niggas some bitches Em Makin' posts, sendin' threats and shit, where I'm from, man, it's snitchin' Em Might jump out on your block with the semi and get to tickin' Em Race to you with this choppa, stand over you 'til you finished Em My niggas icky, so many choppas in one car, man, look, this shit ridiculous Em We drove fourteen hours from Memphis with dope and some Glizzies Em We keep steppin' and keep on spinnin', we constantly be sendin' Em Choppa Gang run the city www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Em Man, this shit crazy Em I'm in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors Em This murder shit ain't nothin' to me, whackin' shit on the daily Em Lil' bitch say she ain't heard of me, told the lil' bitch she gazin' Em Still trappin' up out my flip, wish I could go trap out my pages
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