This song is originally in the key of F# Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 130 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Original Key: F# Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 130 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] F#m (Hurricane) F#m G Lock, G Lock, G Lock, G Lock F#m Yeah www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] F#m Dirty ass Sprite got me high as a kite (Yeah) F#m I be workin' all day and trappin' all night (Yeah) F#m Yeah, racks too big, gotta put up a fight (Yeah) F#m When I catch your boy, yeah, you know it's on sight (Yeah) F#m Everything I do wrong, feels so right (Bitch) F#m I lied like I love her, I should've said "Sike" F#m These niggas some bitches, these niggas some dikes F#m Yeah, bitch, I'm the shit, ayy, where is the diapers? (Ayy) [VERSE ONE] F#m Shoutout to Glizock, that nigga my idol F#m Ayy, shoutout my lil' bitch, she don't need a title F#m Shoutout my opps tryna kill all my rivals F#m Yeah, nigga, and that's on my side bitch (On God) F#m I'm sippin' on mud and smokin' on flowers (Phew) F#m Yeah, I got that bag in, I got some power (Phew, phew) F#m Just got two black 9s, Jae Crowder F#m My dawgs don't say too much, just growl F#m South Memphis like the wild, wild West F#m So you better find you a vest (Uh, uh) F#m Only twenty four and I ball like a vet F#m Steppin' on everybody neck (Yeah) F#m Check, check, yeah, check after check (Yeah) F#m Nine letters, you know what I rep (Bitch) F#m I'm killin' this bitch, tryna fuck her to death F#m I'm gettin' to that bag, and that bag, ain't nothin' else F#m If it ain't 'bout that bag, you can bag it on up F#m Yeah, back in the day, I was baggin' it up F#m Yeah, sackin' it up, yeah, stackin' it up (Yeah) www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] F#m Dirty ass Sprite got me high as a kite (Yeah) F#m I be workin' all day and trappin' all night (Yeah) F#m Yeah, racks too big, gotta put up a fight (Yeah) F#m When I catch your boy, yeah, you know it's on sight (Yeah) F#m Everything I do wrong, feels so right F#m I lied like I love her, I should've said "Sike" F#m These niggas some bitches, these niggas some dikes F#m Yeah, bitch, I'm the shit, ayy, where is the diapers? (Ayy) [VERSE TWO] F#m Killin' these niggas like my last name Myers F#m First name Michael, I ball like Michael (Uh) F#m Tyson, ten carats in, rings bitin' (Uh) F#m Came in fuckin' shit up, Joe Biden (Uh) F#m Can't play around, gotta get shit done (Yeah) F#m I go to sleep when the sun come up (Yeah) F#m Been flexin' all year, don't wait for the summer F#m I ain't havin' no problem with this bread F#m This a Ram truck, why the inside red? (Huh?) F#m Yeah, fuck my opps, they walkin' dead F#m My grandma said, "Boy, you ain't got no friends" F#m Then slapped me on my head (Yeah) [CHORUS] F#m Dirty ass Sprite got me high as a kite (Yeah) F#m I be workin' all day and trappin' all night (Yeah) F#m Yeah, racks too big, gotta put up a fight (Yeah) F#m When I catch your boy, yeah, you know it's on sight (Yeah) F#m Everything I do wrong, feels so right (Bitch) F#m I lied like I love her, I should've said "Sike" (Yeah) F#m These niggas some bitches, these niggas some dikes (Yeah) F#m Yeah, bitch, I'm the shit, ayy, where is the diapers? (Yeah) [OUTRO] F#m Hmm, yeah
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