This single was released on 05 May 2023. The vocals are by Gucci Mane , Roddy Ricch, Nardo Wick, the music is produced by “Will” NoSleep, Koncept P , “Avo” NoSleep, and the lyrics are written by Gucci Mane, Roddy Ricch, Nardo Wick, “Avo” NoSleep, Koncept P , “Will” NoSleep.
This song is originally in the key of E Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 66 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
This song is originally in the key of E Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 66 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Vocals: Gucci Mane , Roddy Ricch, Nardo Wick ,
Producer: “Will” NoSleep, Koncept P , “Avo” NoSleep,
Writer: Gucci Mane, Roddy Ricch, Nardo Wick, “Avo” NoSleep, Koncept P , “Will” NoSleep,
Producer: “Will” NoSleep, Koncept P , “Avo” NoSleep,
Writer: Gucci Mane, Roddy Ricch, Nardo Wick, “Avo” NoSleep, Koncept P , “Will” NoSleep,
Original Key: E Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 66 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Em (Hey, Will) Em (Will, what that is?) Em Well, damn Em (Do you not get the Koncept?) www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Em Takin' all facts, grandma raised me, I'm from the Westside where it get sticky Em And my four wheels come with road kits, I got Elliott like I'm Missy Em Stack my bread up, cut the corners off, it ain't no way you could diss me Em Bitch, I got the yellow gold, Em I got the yellow stones and my wrist and ring, it look pissy [VERSE] Em Hey, put on them Daisy Dukes Em Show me what that new Mercedes do Em Real trap house, all the pots and pans come with residue Em All my young niggas know is some revenue Em I'm Anthony Davis when he was at the Pelicans Em I don't pull up to court for no settlements Em All white and the coupe look angelic Em We was lookin' around for the baddest of bitches, Em so I had to go out and vet it Em If they say they want smoke, Em I got all of the Glocks 'cause back then, I had to get ahead of it Em You my cousin, but you ain't my relative Em The outside of the coupe black like melanin Em I feel like I'm Dan Bilzerian 'cause I got some Australians www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Em Takin' all facts, Grandma raised me, I'm from the Westside where it get sticky Em And my four wheels come with road kits, I got Elliott like I'm Missy Em Stack my bread up, cut the corners off, it ain't no way you could diss me Em Bitch, I got the yellow gold, Em I got the yellow stones and my wrist and ring, it look pissy (Go) [VERSE] Em Big yellow Cuban on and it's pissy (Ugh) Em Rock big blue stones like I'm Nipsey (Nip') Em I pop champagne 'til I'm tipsy (Huh) Em Still be spendin' M's in my sixties (Well, damn) Em Please don't try the 'Wop 'cause it's risky Em Ain't no mystery in my history (No) Em Had to turn that boy into Swiss cheese (Grrah) Em Hit with that switchy, shoot 'til it's empty (Go) Em Wrist just did a 360 (Skrrt), ball like Zion before the injury (Ballin') Em I ain't broke, you can't fix me (Nah), havin' power, feelin' like 50 (50) Em Eastside of the city where this shit can get really sticky () Em Anybody can get it, man, my bullets ain't really picky (No) Em In a yellow coupe with a yellow bone with my Jacob on with the yellow stones (Brr) Em White stones, Wilma Flintstones, came a long way from a herringbone (Well, damn) Em All started from a mini phone, I ran it up and my money long (It's long) Em Had to take a chance for two hundred bands 'cause my country boy had a trailer home ('Wop) [CHORUS] Em Takin' all facts, Grandma raised me, I'm from the Westside where it get sticky Em And my four wheels come with road kits, I got Elliott like I'm Missy Em Stack my bread up, cut the corners off, it ain't no way you could diss me Em Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones and my wrist and ring, it look pissy [VERSE] Em Neck look pissy, uh, please don't touch, it's risky, uh Em My finger itchin', uh, me and my Glock get busy, uh Em They say we litty, uh, I say, "We ain't lit enough" Em They say we did it, uh, I say, "We ain't did enough" Em I don't hang with sheeps (Uh uh), but I pull up Lamb' Em I interrupted his sentence (Huh?), before he could talk, blam (Grrah) Em Cougar ho thirty seven (Uh), she hate when I call her ma'am (Don't do that) Em She gave me head for an hour, what Gucci say? Well, damn (Well, damn) Em I got your bitch on a leash (Yeah), she don't ever get too far Em She make you fuck in the bed, she let me hit in the car (She let me hit in the car) Em Please stop blowin' her up, she with me, you'll see her tomorrow Em She say her wishes to me, she know I'm a shootin' star (Grrah, grrah) [CHORUS] Em Takin' all facts, Grandma raised me, I'm from the Westside where it get sticky Em And my four wheels come with road kits, I got Elliott like I'm Missy Em Stack my bread up, cut the corners off, it ain't no way you could diss me Em Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones and my wrist and ring, it look pissy
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