This song is from the album Megatron(2022), released on 04 March 2022. The vocals are by BabyTron, the music is produced by BlueStrip, and the lyrics are written by BabyTron.
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 96 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 96 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Original Key: D Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 96 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Dm Reach for a chain? Boy, yo ass made hu , aight Dm What up, BlueStrip? (Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby) Dm Yeah [VERSE] Dm Reach for a chain? Boy, yo ass made a huge mistake Dm Mister Do The Dash in the coupe, no, I don't use the brakes Dm Why the fuck you got a vest on? We came to shoot yo face Dm Star player, came a long way from when I hooped on crates (Hey) Dm You still working two to eight Dm I still hit the set everyday and run through some pape' Dm Smelling like a pound of za in the newest BAPE Dm I cannot put you on the play, all you do is flake Dm I cannot put you on the tеam, yo stats looking rough Dm I cannot show you how to whip but unky cook it up Dm Two Glocks tucked, buying ice, lil' bitch, I'm good in Hutch Dm Been the plug this wholе time, I had to go and hook it up Dm First class flight straight to Heaven, Glocky took him up Dm Every dub I gotta take a dime and go and put it up Dm You be scared where I be 'cause you ain't hood enough Dm They ain't never catch my hitman 'cause his hood was up Dm Bitch, I refuse to be outperformed Dm In a droptop, heard you stuck in the house with chores Dm She ain't throwing neck? Jazzy Jeff, throw her out the door Dm Exotic vernors, pint of yeah 'round, think I'm 'bout to pour Dm (A few minutes later) Dm Think I'm 'bout to snore Dm Grown man stash, I can pull a hunnid out my drawer Dm Road runner, up shit whether I go south or north Dm High as hell eating chili cheese fries without a fork (Shee) Dm Spill my double cup and leave the floor sticky Dm Stone Island pants on my legs, these ain't no Dickies Dm Bitch sent her CashApp, this lil' ho so silly Dm Set the play up for lil' bro, that's the coach in me Dm Fully switch on this bitch, boy, this ain't no semi Dm Trackhawks and Hellcats around, these ain't no Hemis Dm Made it off the harder way but I don't know Penny Dm Bankroll cotton candy, you ain't gon' see no twenties Dm What I'm drinking muddy, I ain't sipping on no Casamigos (Who at the door?) Dm Fucked around and almost shot the peephole Dm Thinking that you Southwest T, but you ain't got a kilo Dm Throw that bitch all the way down, call me Tron Marino Dm Bitch, I'm forever fresh, yeah, I got the juice Dm Hand cake to the cashier, I'm just copping shoes Dm You got some nerve in that coat, boy, that is not a Goose Dm Where the fuck 12 Mile Kyle? Boy, we gotta shoot Dm I need a six or a four, I can't drop a deuce Dm Down in TX, I'm off a eight, feeling chopped and screwed Dm Dawg broke ass cracked a joke but I am not amused Dm Sleeve Nash, I'll close my eyes while I lob the 'oop Dm Man, put that motherfucking gun down 'cause we both know you not 'bout to shoot Dm European sneaks on my feet, can't pronounce the shoes Dm Men in Black type shit, shooter hopping out the coupe (Whew) Dm Thousand shots to his crib, now his house a roof Dm Can't say exactly but it's big shit I'm 'bout to do www.chordzone.org Dm Last dude I punched, two weeks till they found his tooth Dm Why you talking big money shit? You never counted blues Dm Fuck, damn, shit, two hunnid on the dash Dm Shit changed, got up off my ass, I'm running to the bag Dm Try some bullshit? Gang and 'nem gon' up a couple MAGs Dm Backwood, puff, puff, puff, bitch, fuck a pass Dm Somewhere tucked on the West with a quarter ticket on me Dm Flying trough the hood, hit the Coney with the pistol on me Dm Shit, I can't smell what you cooking, you a big jabroni Dm We gon' put you six feet deep, up a fist up on me (Brrr) Dm Somewhere sinning with a pair of Christians on me (Brrr) Dm Bitch do a trick, she done turned to a gymnast on me (Brrr) Dm No rap cap, I got some shit up on me (Brr brr) Dm No rap cap, a thousand shots, you tryna get up on me Dm Engine purring, skrrting 'round, flowing in the Jag' truck Dm Thank God I'm up, all them times I had some bad luck Dm Spent your life savings on these damn buffs Dm Scam God, I won't stop till I'm in some hand cuffs www.chordzone.org [OUTRO] Dm Hey Dm ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia Dm You know what the fuck going on Dm Hey, hey Dm (Oh, it's BlueStrip, baby)
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