This single was released on 04 December 2021. The vocals are by Quando Rondo, the music is produced by Quando Rondo, and the lyrics are written by Medusa Beats, Yakree , G13 Beats.
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 80 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
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 80 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Original Key: D 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] [Intro] Dm Blrr, ha, ha, ha Dm You know once it's up with us, it's stuck with us, you see what I'm saying? Yeah (You know that) Dm Glock four five his head nap (Boom, ha, Yakree), il' shawty be my ratchet, caught a baddie out my fan mail Dm Baow, boom [PRE CHORUS] Dm Oh oh, he Rollin' (Baow) Dm Black rock through the corner, hundred round tryna rip them over (Baow) Dm Corner store, we let him post up, now he fully loaded (Ah) Dm Thirty in my magazine, that shoot it out if I approach 'em www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Dm Straight drag racin' through a Hellcat like a NASCAR (NAS') Dm We be on some motion (Ha), run out knock a fan off (Ha) Dm Audemars baguettes, you get 'em whacked, that's 'bout a hundred rods Dm Jump Out Gang gon' stretch ya, I bet that choppa shoot a hundred, yah Dm Two fifties on this MAC, all black, we gon' knock 'em off Dm That lil' nigga on some Loc shit (Clatt), two hundred bottom of the soul Dm I'm sorry that I got attachеd to Promethazine and Adderall (Ha, ha) Dm Got it off my nеw bitch, I got her some blue shit with us Dm See what I said, I got the blueprint [VERSE ONE] Dm Amiri denim dripping with it, cost me you can't fucking pay Dm Shot up my ex behind the ceiling 'cause this bitch don't love me, nigga Dm Shots fired off right by the bell and I advised you not to play Dm .556 and .308 rip up they block, then you get paid Dm New four five Glock like Jump Out shake, that JOG, I'm Jump Out Gang Dm We break 'em down and bag 'em up, ran up a hundred in a day Dm Four in the morning, me and Buddha, all my jewelry on the haste Dm Lil' shawty fuck, she love to rock my blue bandana 'round her face Dm Full master foreign, roll that opp pack in the air straight to the face Dm Backseat, I'm snorting off a Xanax, plus some pint of purple med Dm That's my lil' homie on the corner serving rocks and bangin' A Dm Feds, they be trollin' like we hiding but we out 'til winter away Dm Mercedes throwing, bend they block, then let off shots that new AK Dm I'm sipping potion, roll another dead opp straight to the face Dm I'm rockin' Comme des Garçons, got fed up, then got a case Dm I bet that you won't make it home, his head bust and you get paid www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Dm Straight drag racin' through a Hellcat like a NASCAR (NAS') Dm We be on some motion (Ha), run out knock a fan off (Ha) Dm Audemars baguettes, you get 'em whacked, that's 'bout a hundred rods Dm Jump Out Gang gon' stretch ya, I bet that choppa shoot a hundred, yah Dm Two fifties on this MAC, all black, we gon' knock 'em off Dm That lil' nigga on some Loc shit (Clatt), two hundred bottom of the soul Dm I'm sorry that I got attached to Promethazine and Adderall (Ha, ha) Dm Got it off my new bitch, I got her some blue shit with us Dm See what I said, I got the blueprint [VERSE TWO] Dm You know Lil Timmy really 'bout it, I be tryna tell him chill Dm Got all these Perkies in my body, "Why the fuck you pop a pill?" Dm Don't even go inside the projects since Lil JaJa, he got killed Dm I bet that bitch go blocker, blocker, all these stocks inside my steel Dm You know lil' Jump Out black and driving by like you might just get killed Dm Ju ju jump out with them straps, I'm styling, Balmain on my heels Dm Rollin' that pressure 'til he drop, we got 'em all, run up a mil' Dm I'm like the box waitin' in my section with that codeine out the seal Dm My family filled with straight coke fiends and it's been like that for years Dm I'm such a stupid motherfucker, why the fuck they gave me years? Dm We totin' guns in here big clips, bitch, murder one, I'm from 'em Crips Dm Bro wonder why Quando grip the witters, it's just the fucking life I live (Baow, baow) [PRE CHORUS] Dm Oh oh, he Rollin' (Baow) Dm Black rock through the corner, hundred round tryna rip them over (Baow) Dm Corner store, we let him post up, now he fully loaded (Ah) Dm Thirty in my magazine, that shoot it out if I approach 'em [CHORUS] Dm Straight drag racin' through a Hellcat like a NASCAR (NAS') Dm We be on some motion (Ha), run out knock a fan off (Ha) Dm Audemars baguettes, you get 'em whacked, that's 'bout a hundred rods Dm Jump Out Gang gon' stretch ya, I bet that choppa shoot a hundred, yah Dm Two fifties on this MAC, all black, we gon' knock 'em off Dm That lil' nigga on some Loc shit (Clatt), two hundred bottom of the soul Dm I'm sorry that I got attached to Promethazine and Adderall (Ha, ha) Dm Got it off my new bitch, I got her some blue shit with us Dm See what I said, I got the blueprint
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