This song is originally in the key of D Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 65 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Producer: Slice , DJ Scheme,
Writer: DJ Scheme, Lil Yachty, Ski Mask the Slump God , Danny Towers,
Original Key: D Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 65 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Dm Y'all rocking with DJ Scheme, lil' bitch [VERSE] Dm I'm sippin' tea, beat what I eat Dm Kicked up the feet, no Assassin's Creed Dm Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee Dm Good reflexes like you knocked at the knee Dm Accept defeat, you, I delete Dm My boots from Greece made with feathers from geese Dm Counting loose leaf with the face of deceased Dm Count up the bread, count up the yeast Dm This is for my nemesis, rival Dm If you pull up, then you're dеad on arrival Dm We gon' cross him like the symbol on a Biblе Dm Call him Spongebob 'cause he movin' life without a spinal, huh Dm Never not woke, my gland pineal Dm On the patio fucking Princess's peach, Mario Dm Yellow Louis V overalls on me, look like Wario Dm On the mic, I'm an animal, hit the cardio through audio www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Dm If you want beef, capisce (Hahaha) Dm Smokin' on tree, hashish (Yow) Dm She said, "No, don't leave" (What's this, what's this?) Dm Baby, I'm oh so green (What's that shit 'cause it better not be) Dm We got Dracs, sticks, all type of blicks (Ooh ooh eeh eeh, ooh ooh eeh) Dm Blood on my back, don't get caught in a blitz (Ooh ooh eeh eeh, ooh ooh eeh) Dm Chopsticks, got me a pick (Eeh eeh, eeh eeh) Dm Steppin' on shit, put my foot in a brick (Eeh) Dm [Interlude: Ski Mask the Slump God] Dm Fuck you mean? (Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup) Dm Huh, oh, I'm ready (Haha) Dm Yuh (Oh, shit), yuh [VERSE] Dm I'm in the land of the lost, now I'm chill, Jack Frost Dm Yeah, my conscience like Constantine, that hot sauce Dm Jack Skellington limbs 'cause I'm known to pop off Dm And I'm one with the force, so this saber is my sword [VERSE] Dm Got the dick tucked in like RuPaul Dm Two bananas and a boat in the U Haul (Huh) Dm And the dope look sick like Wuhan Dm 'Nother brick comin' in from Tucson (Racks) Dm I was too piffed up when a nigga walked in Dm I was servin' up bricks at a low end (White) Dm I got too much boof stuffed in my pants (Huh, huh, huh, huh huh huh) Dm I could probably fuck around, build a snowman (Huh huh huh, huh huh huh) Dm And the stone on me, stay chillin' with your bitch Dm It's for him and her like Rosanne Dm 'Cause this shit go down when a nigga get wet Dm Should've never put your life in a ho hands www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Dm If you want beef, capisce (Hahaha) Dm Smokin' on tree, hashish (Yow) Dm She said, "No, don't leave" (What's this, what's this?) Dm Baby, I'm oh so green (What's that shit 'cause it better not be) Dm We got Dracs, sticks, all type of blicks (Ooh ooh eeh eeh, ooh ooh eeh) Dm Blood on my back, don't get caught in a blitz (Ooh ooh eeh eeh, ooh ooh eeh) Dm Chopsticks, got me a pick (Eeh eeh, eeh eeh) Dm Steppin' on shit, put my foot in a brick (Eeh) [VERSE] Dm Kick a bitch to the curb if she don't speak with manners (Hee, hee) Dm My house sit alone behind gates, bought a manor (Hee, hee) Dm My new hoes look whiter than Carlos Santana (Hee, hee) Dm My bitch from the hood, mamas hustled on Candler (Hee, go) Dm Old school from the seventies Dm Could've been dropped out the first time I signed, free my boy Dm That was English like city of Oxford Dm Just finessed some pussy, I need me an Oscar Dm I thought I want kids 'til I sat by a toddler Dm Recorded two hits in one hour at Doppler (Two) Dm I walk in my house naked holding my chopper (Frrt) Dm We do the same shit, we change names just like soccer Dm My jewelry box looking like Davy Jones' locker Dm I want Addison Rae to become my doctor and check on my privates (Woo) Dm Put her in a skirt and a scarf like a pilot Dm He didn't make it past the first clip like a pilot (Frrt) Dm I'm sick, I need medicine before I riot Dm My bitch pussy sweet, it help with my diet Dm Can't go off the label, boy, I gotta eye it Dm I gotta smell, I gotta taste it [OUTRO] Dm Haha, hahaha, yaow, frrt (On God, slatt) Dm What's this, what's this? Dm What's that shit 'cause it better not be (Brr) Dm Eeh eeh, (Boat) eeh eeh, eeh (Go) Dm Eeh eeh, eeh eeh, eeh (Slatt, damn) Dm Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup Dm Hahaha, oh shit
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