This song is from the album Still Taking Risks(2021), released on 06 May 2021. The vocals are by Quando Rondo, the music is produced by Cubano Jam, ReoN , Worthy, and the lyrics are written by Cubano Jam, ReoN , Worthy .
This song is originally in the key of F# 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.
This song is originally in the key of F# 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.
Original Key: F# 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] F#m Ayy, ayy, ayy, you know every time it's up, it's stuck, nigga F#m (What up, Worthy?) F#m And ain't no coming down F#m Q R N F#m (Damn, Jam, this shit a vibe) F#m Quando Rondo, nigga www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] F#m Glocks, magazines, XDs and PTRs F#m MACs, extension clips with beams, know you won't see tomorrow F#m Clap, how lil' youngin' banging and they see, hit up his car (Facts) F#m We get the drop, we jumped the fence then shootin' off the fire F#m I swear that all I know is murder, baby F#m Riding 'round with them bags on me, smoking purple F#m That thirty poking out my pants on me, I'm rocking purple label F#m This for that one who put them bands on me, we gon' murk 'em F#m Roll up a blunt of that new dead homie while sippin' purple maple [VERSE ONE] F#m .223, I let some shots off grandma front porch F#m Life in prison in my backyard, with thе graveyard at my front door F#m Fuck all that dissing, when I catch you, you gon' catch one, lеt my gun blow F#m Jump Out Gang jump out, then sped off F#m Ayy, .40 with aim, got the red dot F#m On the corner, he claim he dead on F#m I know the feds feel like we dead wrong F#m New Mercedes Benz, we spin the bend while smoking dead opps F#m This shit like a train, know that MAC 'll knock his head off F#m I sip that drank just like it's eggnog F#m Came home like lights, slimed by a bad broad F#m Knock his dome, to send sincerely, B knocked his dreads off F#m Put him on the late night, I get ski like turn the lights off F#m My opponent scared to go to jail, but no, not me, come get stepped on (Fire on me) F#m Mike Amiri denim on my jeans just like Phat Farm www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] F#m Glocks, magazines, XDs and PTRs F#m MACs, extension clips with beams, know you won't see tomorrow F#m Clap, how lil' youngin' banging and they see, hit up his car (Facts) F#m We get the drop, we jumped the fence then shootin' off the fire F#m I swear that all I know is murder, baby F#m Riding 'round with them bags on me, smoking purple F#m That thirty poking out my pants on me, I'm rocking purple label F#m This for that one who put them bands on me, we gon' murk 'em F#m Roll up a blunt of that new dead homie while sippin' purple maple [VERSE TWO] F#m Niggas sick to death, the only killers in America F#m Pistols get to hitting like a missile, come through tear it up F#m Hell no, I'm not wrestling off the flat, no Rey Mysterio F#m Bullets get to coming through, they trap, you can't trap there no more F#m Daredevil, stick be in my lap while rocking Ferragamo F#m Twin shovels, we gon' need 'em both so we can bury fella', big stepper F#m F&N, I guess that stand for fuck a nigga, stomp the pedal F#m Hellcat verse that hemi, we straight dust a nigga F#m Do the dash in a 4Runner F#m Way before that boy, he put throw on 'em F#m I be down, they up the score on us F#m I done dropped the lo', I'm in the Nola thuggin' F#m Here they go, claiming they want smoke until they bro under F#m Even all the fans wanna see lil' Rondo go under F#m But fuck 'em, they ain't got no money [CHORUS] F#m Glocks, magazines, XDs and PTRs F#m MACs, extension clips with beams, know you won't see tomorrow F#m Clap, how lil' youngin' banging and they see, hit up his car (Facts) F#m We get the drop, we jumped the fence then shootin' off the fire F#m I swear that all I know is murder, baby F#m Riding 'round with them bags on me, smoking purple F#m That thirty poking out my pants on me, I'm rocking purple label F#m This for that one who put them bands on me, we gon' murk 'em F#m Roll up a blunt of that new dead homie while sippin' purple maple [OUTRO] F#m Ha, I already know what come with this shit man, ya know? F#m But I'ma be forever thuggin' F#m Tell them pussy ass niggas catch up wit' me, ya dig? F#m (Catch up nigga) F#m Uh, riding 'round smoking dead opps, dead opps, dead opps (Free lil' Timmy) F#m Hahaha, all I smoke is dead opps (Pussy) F#m Bitch ass boy F#m Jump Out Gang, nigga (Hahaha), R.I.P. to Ralph
Recommended for you: