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KEY GLOCK – Spike Lee Chords and Tabs for Guitar and Piano | Sheet Music & Tabs

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This song is from the album PRE5L, released on 17 November 2022. The vocals are by Key Glock, the music is produced by Blazerfxme , AIMONMYNECK, and the lyrics are written by Key Glock, Blazerfxme , AIMONMYNECK.
This song is originally in the key of G Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 126 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.

 
Original Key: G Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 126
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
c h o r d  z o n e . o r g
[INTRO]
 
 Gm
 (AIMONMYNECK at it again)
 Gm
 (Blazer outta spaceship)
 Gm
 G Lock
 Gm
 Yeah
 Gm
 Yeah
 
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 [CHORUS]
 Gm
 Ayy, Chrome Heart frames on my face like Spike Lee (Spike Lee)
 Gm
 Six figures sittin' on a nigga white tee
 Gm
 Screamin', "MOB," these hoes don't excite me (Excite me)
 Gm
 I been playin' with them M's since nineteen
 Gm
 Racks too big, so I barely wear tight jeans (Racks)
 Gm
 She like, "Boy, you geeked up," bitch, I might be (Yeah)
 Gm
 Nine millimeter and I squeeze it like a Hi C (Baow)
 Gm
 Talk too much shit, yeah, that's why they don't like me
 Gm
 Chromе Heart frames on my face likе Spike Lee
 Gm
 Six figures worth of diamonds sittin' on my white tee
 Gm
 Screamin', "MOB," these hoes don't excite me
 Gm
 Young nigga playin' with them M's since nineteen (Yeah)
 Gm
 Racks too big, so I barely wear tight jeans
 Gm
 Nine millimeter, let it squeeze it like a Hi C (Baow, baow)
 Gm
 Talk too much shit, that's why they don't like me
 Gm
 I pop too much shit, that's why they don't like me
 
 [VERSE ONE]
 Gm
 Yeah, I'm tryna roll up an opp and put him in the air (Air)
 Gm
 Yeah, if she ain't right, then the bitch gettin' left
 Gm
 My nigga got caught with some bales, made his bail (Bail)
 Gm
 Look at my left wrist, this bitch cold as hell (Phew)
 Gm
 Yeah, I mean cold as ice
 Gm
 One in the head, you better think twice
 Gm
 Niggas be switchin', I can't leave my pipe (Pipe)
 Gm
 These niggas be switchin', I can't leave without it
 Gm
 These niggas some bitches, these niggas be sour
 Gm
 I'ma go get it, I gotta go get it, on my road to riches, 
 Gm
 these niggas some clowns (Phew, phew)
 Gm
 The Glock came with switches, 
 Gm
 the Maybach got switches the way this bitch bouncin' up and off the ground
 Gm
 I'ma kill a fuck nigga whenever I see him, 
 Gm
 just tell mama 'nem hold it down (Yeah)
 Gm
 Since I was six, I was man of the house (House)
 Gm
 Ten years later, playing 'round with a pound
 Gm
 Ayy, I didn't play then and I don't play now (Now)
 Gm
 Can't name one nigga touched me
 Gm
 In a two seater with a whole hundred rounds (Rounds)
 Gm
 Cap, you ain't never ever seen a hundred pounds
 Gm
 Yeah, I used to serve my uncle grams
 Gm
 Auntie talking 'bout, "Do the right thing"
 
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 [CHORUS]
 Gm
 Chrome Heart frames on my face like Spike Lee (Yeah)
 Gm
 Six figures sittin' on a nigga white tee
 Gm
 Screamin', "MOB," these hoes don't excite me (Excite me)
 Gm
 I been playin' with them M's since nineteen
 Gm
 Racks too big, so I barely wear tight jeans (Tight jeans)
 Gm
 She like, "Boy, you geeked up," bitch, I might be
 Gm
 Nine millimeter and I squeeze it like a Hi C (Hi C)
 Gm
 Talk too much shit, yeah, that's why they don't like me
 
 [VERSE TWO]
 Gm
 Ayy, two twin Glocks on me like I'm a Pisces
 Gm
 Gucci with the J's, ayy, you know I'm not a hypebeast (Uh uh)
 Gm
 Niggas ain't really on shit, just typing
 Gm
 Dog ass nigga, I be runnin' with some hyenas
 Gm
 Ayy, niggas ain't really on shit, just typin'
 Gm
 Dog ass nigga, I be hangin' with some hyenas
 Gm
 I made it off the block, then made a couple million, 
 Gm
 then got me a spot out there by the white people (Yeah)
 Gm
 Just fucked around, spilled some Wock' on my wife beater (Wock', Wock')
 Gm
 Left wrist like Ike, right wrist like Tina
 Gm
 Talk to therapists, I like money, I don't like people
 Gm
 Ridin' in the AMG Benz, I don't like beamer
 Gm
 Skeleton AP, bitch, I'm the reaper
 Gm
 Stay fresh to death, yeah, this young nigga lethal
 Gm
 I got that bag, yeah, that bag, I'ma keep it
 Gm
 And I got it on me, this shit not a secret
 
 [CHORUS]
 Gm
 Chrome Heart frames on my face like Spike Lee (Spike Lee)
 Gm
 Six figures sittin' on a nigga white tee
 Gm
 Screamin', "MOB," these hoes don't excite me (Excite me)
 Gm
 I been playin' with them M's since nineteen
 Gm
 Racks too big, so I barely wear tight jeans (Tight jeans)
 Gm
 She like, "Boy, you geeked up," bitch, I might be
 Gm
 Nine millimeter and I squeeze it like a Hi C
 Gm
 Talk too much shit, yeah, that's why they don't like me
 Gm
 Chrome Heart frames on my face like Spike Lee (Yeah)
 Gm
 Six figures sittin' on a nigga white tee
 Gm
 Screamin', "MOB," these hoes don't excite me (Excite me)
 Gm
 I been playin' with them M's since nineteen
 Gm
 Racks too big, so I barely wear tight jeans (Tight jeans)
 Gm
 She like, "Boy, you geeked up," bitch, I might be
 Gm
 Nine millimeter and I squeeze it like a Hi C (Hi C)
 Gm
 Talk too much shit, yeah, that's why they don't like me

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