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This single was released on 04 November 2022. The vocals are by NoCap,NoCap, the music is produced by YBP, Johnny Loomin, Braden , Tom Dellow,YBP, Johnny Loomin, Braden , Tom Dellow, and the lyrics are written by NoCap,NoCap.
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 85 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Vocals: NoCap,
Producer: YBP, Johnny Loomin, Braden , Tom Dellow,
Writer: NoCap,

 
Original Key: F# Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 85
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
c h o r d  z o n e . o r g
 [INTRO]

    F#m D A E 
 . 
 [Intro]

 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

 (Damn, MyBaad)
 
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 [CHORUS]
                            F#m                                     D
 Got these niggas playin' catch up, they must heard that I was winnin'
                         A                  E
 Pour up in a Phantom, money, it get made any minute
                            F#m                       D
 Designer junkie, I'm a crackhead whenever I'm in Lennox
                         A                                   E 
 All my niggas know it's rod, man, they might lay down the dentist

                          F#m                   D
 Pour this Codeine up and take me to another world
  D                          A                           E 
 And if you love me shawty, let me go and fuck on your girl
                               F#m                D 
 I hope that God forgive me, I been takin' medicine
                            A                     E 
 Thеm Devils at the door, I kill whoevеr let 'em in (Oh oh oh)

       F#m
 Knife in my hand, my heart on zero
 D
 I feel like Jason Tatum
      A                            E 
 Been hurt too much, won't let 'em too close
 E 
 Even my fuckin' label
 F#m                                 D 
 I been eatin' with my left hand, the right one under the table
          A                                    E 
 'Cause soon they think they steppin' on me, the doctor's metal plate 'em

     F#m                                 D
 We tote sticks like the Taliban, but, name a time I ran
      A                             E 
 Do two shows, a hundred stacks, that paper what I rack
        F#m                      D 
 Tote clips, that's in my DNA, that mean we do not act
    A                                 E 
 I feel just like I'm Aaron Donald, I'm tryna get a sack
  F#m        D 
 Ayy, ayy, ayy

 [VERSE ONE]
       D 
 These niggas watered down
  A 
 My neck so watered down
   E                     F#m
 These bitches watered down
  D                         A 
 Pull up a lil mo' extra, these bitches way too extra
 E 
 We on another level

 F#m                      D 
 Remember I was blind, now I pull up Cullinan
   A                            E 
 Them hoes gon' follow us when I leave out the club, I'm in
   F#m                           D 
 I'm missin' Wap, but I can't blame him for the way I'm sippin'
  A                                  E 
 They gon' catch me up inside them chains before they catch me slippin'

 F#m          D                     A 
 I done flooded all my hoe's baguettes
     E                             F#m
 I been swervin' on the road of success
  F#m         D                   A 
 I know [?] ghetto entry's the best
  A          E                               F#m
 No, I'm not happy 'cause I'm dealin' with that

 F#m                             D 
 Right now, you feel like you alone
  A                  E 
 But, one day, you comin' home
     F#m                      D 
 We can't sleep good, we never alone
   A       E                F#m 
 Problems, we just got to move on

 D                          A                      E 
 She from Ohio, she ain't never seen this much of money, I left her buckeye
 F#m D                 A                       E 
 I did time, I can't get the jail up out my head
     E            F#m D 
 Rather my scalp dry

                       A                      E                    F#m 
 Angel to my mama, wonderin' why the fuckin' feds wan' be the bad guy
  D                              A                      E 
 These scars, they overflow, but, I know I come out on top
   E 
 Just like last time
 
 [BRIDGE]
  D          A         E 
 Oh, oh, oh, uh, uh, uh, uh
          F#m        D 
 Oh, oh, oh, uh, uh, uh, uh
         A 
 Oh, oh, oh, uh, uh
      E 
 Oh, oh, oh

  F#m                       D
 This shit I said fucked up [?]
   A                             E 
 Fucked up my trust so now, it's hard for me to build
  F#m                               D 
 Cried out for help, it seem like no one didn't hear
    A                               E 
 That's probably why I put these pointers in my ear

 [VERSE TWO]
               F#m                            D 
 I tote them drums like I'm Travis, nigga, I'm not a barker
             A                          E 
 I got no ceilings up in traffic, nigga, like Mr. Carter
           F#m                            D 
 Wanna say I'm won't, but we leave you mama
  D
 Devastated
          A                       E
 When you ball, you can throw it up like Tom Brady

          F#m                                 D 
 On the road, so, sometimes when you call, the signal will fail on you
  A                            E 
 Girl, what you wanna do next? I'll never tell on you
        F#m                                D 
 Your problems is just like your dress, whatever you see is through
      A                  E                              F#m     D 
 Forever, I ride for my guys until I'm sleepin' in a suit, nigga
              A              E                  F#m D
 Forever, I ride, forever, I ride, forever, I ride
              A               E 
 Forever, I ride, forever, I ride, forever, I ride
 
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 [CHORUS]
                            F#m                                     D
 Got these niggas playin' catch up, they must heard that I was winnin'
                         A                  E
 Pour up in a Phantom, money, it get made any minute
                            F#m                       D
 Designer junkie, I'm a crackhead whenever I'm in Lennox
                         A                                   E 
 All my niggas know it's rod, man, they might lay down the dentist

                          F#m                   D
 Pour this Codeine up and take me to another world
  D                          A                           E 
 And if you love me shawty, let me go and fuck on your girl
                               F#m                D 
 I hope that God forgive me, I been takin' medicine
                            A                     E 
 Thеm Devils at the door, I kill whoevеr let 'em in (Oh oh oh)

       F#m
 Knife in my hand, my heart on zero
 D
 I feel like Jason Tatum
      A                            E 
 Been hurt too much, won't let 'em too close
 E 
 Even my fuckin' label
 F#m                                 D 
 I been eatin' with my left hand, the right one under the table
          A                                    E 
 'Cause soon they think they steppin' on me, the doctor's metal plate 'em

     F#m                                 D
 We tote sticks like the Taliban, but, name a time I ran
      A                             E 
 Do two shows, a hundred stacks, that paper what I rack
        F#m                      D 
 Tote clips, that's in my DNA, that mean we do not act
    A                                 E 
 I feel just like I'm Aaron Donald, I'm tryna get a sack
  F#m        D 
 Ayy, ayy, ayy

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