This song is from the album The F Tape(2023), released on 02 May 2023. The vocals are by Rio Da Yung Og, the music is produced by Wayne616, and the lyrics are written by Rio Da Yung Og .
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 102 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 102 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Original Key: E Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 102 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] C . C (It's a Wayne beat) C What up Wayne C Ghetto Boy shit, nigga Em You know what the fuck going on C Yeah, we sippin' real Hi Tech C Em They thought, aight [VERSE ONE] C This a 41 millimeter Em Niggas petty, buying ones, pouring milliliters C I got a zip of dog stronger than some skillet cleaner Em I ain't got time to box with you, I be killing people C Take a nigga life without asking, I be stealing people Em I can fuck a bitch sister raw, bet she still a eat it C I got a old 'K longer than little people Em This pint of red done turned brown on me, I'm still gon' drink it C You can't bе saying Ghetto Boyz if you ain't write Peezy Em I'm finna go on Livernois and sеrve these white people C By myself in a 550, I don't like people Em Imma pop you if you try me, I just told you I don't fight people C If the pussy smell good, then I might eat it Em Hurry up and grab this pint from me, bro I might drink it C Finna buy a 42 Dweller and let Mike keep it Em Hit your block with a 'K with the scope, call it sightseeing www.chordzone.org C I don't think I'm from this planet, I'm an astronaut Em I'll throw my whole career away, bro pass the Glock C If you seen me with Lou, I was probably grabbing Wock Em Put a deuce in a 20 ounce Sprite and pour out half the pop C I was just posted on Fenton with a bag of rocks Em Now I wake up in the morning bored, I might go grab a watch C I got an Arab who paid a eye for these, you don't have to shop Em You can still die nigga, I don't care how many straps you got C I just made a lot of money, then I got bored Em And no, I'm not rich yet, but I'm not poor C Stop talking about you sliding in them songs, you did not score Em Five niggas tried to jump on me, I shot four C Then I had to whip the other nigga ass Em Eighty racks just on grass, you move another nigga bag C My side bitch called trying to fuck, her other nigga mad Em Catch me on Greenfield at Golden Sun, hundred in the bag C Can't take the opps serious, them niggas dropped a hundred and I laughed Em I ain't gonna lie, I take Percocets cause I be cummin' fast C You tryna spend ten thou' right now? I'm coming fast Em If I see an opp out and I ain't strapped, Imma punch his ass C The pint of red was talking back to me, I drunk his ass Em I'm still tryna fuck big booty Ari, with her ugly ass C Don't know what kinda car I might get in, but it's something fast Em If I drop a hundred shots and they don't drop, then I'm coming back C You ran a hundred up off EDD, you better thank Trump Em Bitch ain't take a shower 'fore we fuck, she a stank butt C I just had two pints of Juice, it got drank up Em Me and Mike put the city on our back, y'all gotta thank us C Niggas mad, been rapping years and ain't save up Em Now it's racks to get us on a track, I know they hate us [BRIDGE] C You know this shit talkin' shit ain't f , aight Em You know this shit t , aight [VERSE TWO] C You know this shit talkin' ain't free, they gotta pay up Em Just pull up and count the money up, the work weighed up C 200 racks off just rap, it took months Em 200 Blacks, back to back, I got great lungs C The way that bitch suck dick, she got tongues Em Bitch keep the same panties on, she got thongs C Dropped an EP and made 300 thousand off songs Em My bitch titties fake, lips fake, and she got fake funds C Was finna shoot, then I passed bro the rock, he did a layup Em We just popped an opp up at o'clock, fucked his day up C I don't drink, when I take Percocets, it help me stay up Em I need this lil nigga popped up, I hit Lil Tay up C Would you believe me if I told you I was sippin' red? Em Would you believe me if I told you all the shit I did? C Would you believe me if I told you I fucked her and ain't get the head? Em Bitch sent a whole paragraph, I left the bitch on Read C Tryna sleep with hoes tonight, I need a bigger bed Em I'll have Lil E chase you down, he got little legs C Bitch left me on stuck, I had little dreads Em Now my money long, hair long, I got bigger bands C Tryna carry 100K in dubs, I need bigger pants Em Still tryna run a up, you need bigger plans, nigga [OUTRO] Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, you know what the fuck going on Free the whole Ghetto, nigga
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