This song is from the album Bigger Than Life Or Death(2021), released on 21 July 2021. The vocals are by Est Gee , Lil Baby, 42 Dugg, Rylo Rodriguez, the music is produced by Rylo Rodriguez, Lil Baby, 42 Dugg, EST Gee , Enrgy Beats, and the lyrics are written by Enrgy Beats.
This song is originally in the key of G Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 98 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
This song is originally in the key of G Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 98 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Vocals: Est Gee , Lil Baby, 42 Dugg, Rylo Rodriguez ,
Producer: Enrgy Beats,
Writer: Rylo Rodriguez, Lil Baby, 42 Dugg, EST Gee , Enrgy Beats,
Producer: Enrgy Beats,
Writer: Rylo Rodriguez, Lil Baby, 42 Dugg, EST Gee , Enrgy Beats,
Original Key: G Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 98 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Gm (Enrgy made this one) [VERSE] Gm If I ain't a young shiner, then what do you call that? Gm Fuckin' niggas' hoes, he mad, textin' in all caps Gm Beef broad day, lay a nigga down, wave cap Gm Overkill drill, spin at the building the wake at Gm I'd be on what I'm on if I ain't rap Gm And it really wasn't no stressin' 'til them members came back Gm Niggas shook, family know we ain't playin' no more Gm Real trapper, hit my dope like my hand was broke Gm He on Insta' with all the smoke, but call sayin' he don't Gm You get pistol whipped for some petty shit, your head be swollen [VERSE] Gm Yeah, I'll hit your mans up Gm Six hundred in hundreds, this shit there make 'em stand up Gm Run around actin' tough, but you not, boy Gm Where the cold bitches lookin' for the hot boys? Gm Fifty in the glizzy, I run my city Gm I ain't stoppin' shit, catch me if you can Gm Just this month, sixty G's off pants Gm I'm not, I'm not fuckin' no fan Gm Ridin' 'round with the top down Gm Sixty five grams, ten of it is topside, stop lyin' Gm I done made a couple M's a year without tryin' www.chordzone.org [VERSE] Gm Opps ain't had a sixty day stretch without dyin' Gm Y'all got all that gangster shit down except slidin' Gm You ain't grind three days straight without hidin' Gm Gave Bands twenty five, we ain't takin' no time [VERSE] Gm Ayy, throw it off the glass, I'ma dunk it (Come here) Gm Since y'all niggas apes, I don't mind killin' monkeys Gm Don't step back Gm White buffs, no ice, these plain Gm Posted in the hood, all ten of my chains Gm Big 30 on me, off an eight of that drank Gm Bitch said she in love with who? Gm Ten on the ground, 'bout a dub in the roof Gm I'm a thug with a tool [VERSE] Gm Promoter called my phone when I left, couldn't get the pipe in Gm Every nigga 'round me having motion like a tight end Gm Bought Hot Wheels for my nephew, but I picked him up in my twin Gm L with the coolant system, I bought it for a hotboy Gm Did a feature with a nigga, 21, I'm walkin' shit like Deion Gm His city say he a rat, so I had to send him back a refund Gm Say, Dot, that car right there look like it got the narcs in it Gm We the ones who ridin' 'round with more shots than the bartenders Gm I bet you we'll get them niggas off your block Gm I bet you we don't let them niggas get off no shots Gm Come through, show a nigga how to slide Gm Last night, I fucked a booster, woke up, text everybody size Gm Played plain janes, but now I'm goin' bustdowns Gm And Zelle the ho a rack to make sure that they touch down [VERSE] Gm She ain't been ridin' with 'em when them bullets start flyin' Gm Carpet same color snow if his head brown Gm We ain't got no protein in Louisville, this a brick town Gm A blicky in your glizzy with a switchy, you can't miss town Gm Niggas really starved 'til we started bringin' that big round Gm Mix it with the rizzy, give that lil' dog a pit growl Gm Like I ain't the one who started this shit Gm Like I don't make sure them lawyers paid and them charges dismissed www.chordzone.org [VERSE] Gm I'm short, but I'll lift a nigga ass up Gm Way before coronavirus, I had them youngins masked up (Mask up) Gm Tired of soda bottles, I pour a four inside my cup (Straight) Gm And you can't post an Instagram model one of us can't fuck (Haha) Gm I be at practice, I got real skills, none of this shit luck Gm Tell the owner tell security chill, 'cause none of us gettin' touched Gm When I find out where you niggas hide out, one y'all gettin' crushed Gm I'm like, "Fine, I might come out and vibe, but one of y'all gettin' fucked" Gm Got the finest car, one of a kind, I don't slow down for much Gm I got twenty million cash now and still ain't near enough Gm I'm goin' too crazy, I'm the Wayne of this new generation, niggas fugazi Gm They can't fuck with us no type of way, these niggas too lazy Gm I'm cut from a different type of cloth, I don't know who raised 'em Gm Every time I pop out, I hear women screamin', "Ooh, Baby"
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