This single was released on 08 June 2022. The vocals are by B Lovee, the music is produced by B Lovee, and the lyrics are written by B Lovee .
This song is originally in the key of A Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 76 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
This song is originally in the key of A Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 76 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Original Key: A Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 76 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Am Grrah, look Am Where I'm from, it really get gritty Am Grrah grrah www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Am Bitch, where I'm from, it really get gritty Am She don't know me, she poppin' her tittie Am It get mixy, I'm flocking the stitchy Am Don't try to plot, 'cause them shottas be wit' me Am They gon' empty, it get risky Am Bullets hit him, he drop like he tipsy Am Too Tact, in the back of the renty Am 30 and better, so we clappin' plenty [VERSE ONE] Am Run it up, I do that on the regular Am Nigga broke, need to go get his cheddar up Am Keep Baretta tucked, ain't no lettin' up Am I keep MAC on me, that shit rеgular Am Who you settin' up, ain't 150, but bro, tryna wet 'em up Am I can't lack for a thot, I bе lettin' up, I can't do that Am Nigga ducked when I aimed at his durag Am And that by had his pole, but ain't 'oot back, like who do that Am I be smokin' on Lotti, can't move fast Am Put a switch on a Glock so it shoot fast Am Let 'em run, hit 'em good off a perc, left 'em numb Am Made 'em run, ain't no front when I'm uppin' the gun Am He got hit, tryna put on a front Am He a actress, if he throw up that shit, we gon' clap him Am I hate goofies, I'm tryna subtract 'em Am If he ratted, why niggas still jack him? Am Niggas slackin' but I'm not, bullets hot, make 'em stop Am He can't stand up, his bitch all on my dick 'cause my bands up Am Caught 'em lackin' outside so I ran up Am Tell 'em, "Man up", that's that fan love Am Why he saying my name, i'on know homie Am I can't wait till we meet, i'ma show homie Am Man, I live what I rap, i'ma blow dolie Am And I'm real bold, I stood on that block, it was real cold Am Block hot, I was tuckin' the steel though Am I spot a opp, show 'em how it feel though www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Am B Bitch, where I'm from, it really get gritty Am She don't know me, she poppin' her tittie Am It get mixy, I'm flocking the stitchy Am Don't try to plot, 'cause them shottas be wit' me Am They gon' empty, it get risky Am Bullets hit him, he drop like he tipsy Am Too Tact, in the back of the renty Am 30 and better, so we clappin' plenty [VERSE TWO] Am 30 and better, so we clappin' more Am He talk hot, bullets smackin' his Jaw Am Spot a Y, get to packin' them all Am If in the clip, then I'm clappin' it all Am That's on bro, I can't show no remorse Am I'ma stand over him if he fall, tryna run Am Lil thot, wit' it all, tryna rump Am I ain't goin' no where if I don't got the gun Am [?] you a bitch, you was Coppin' a plea in a jail Am I'on know you, so stop saying my name for some fans Am You like 30, I tote .30, it's like 30 bands up in my pants Am Why the fuck would I worry, get to shootin' and shit, if they rush me, I'm sturdy Am Bro, he be geekin' and shit, he might pop 'em a 30 Am He gon' slide on the opps wit' no mercy Am I swear I be geekin' and shit, I got PTSD, gotta sleep wit' the grip Am Catch a drop on the lo, i'ma squeeze on a bitch Am Ain't no droppin' my pole, i'ma leave wit' this shit Am Since a jit, bitch, I really been active Am He got hit, 'cause he really be lackin' Am Move wocky, and I'm gettin' to packin' Am G chops when we stuck up on traffic [CHORUS] Am Bitch, where I'm from, it really get gritty Am She don't know me, she poppin' her tittie Am It get mixy, I'm flocking the stitchy Am Don't try to plot, 'cause them shottas be wit' me Am They gon' empty, it get risky Am Bullets hit him, he drop like he tipsy Am Too Tact, in the back of the renty Am 30 and better, so we clappin' plenty
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