This song is from the album 6, released on 06 June 2023. The vocals are by Babytron, the music is produced by Damjonboi, and the lyrics are written by BabyTron , Damjonboi.
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 90 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
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 90 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Original Key: G# Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 90 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] G#m Bitch, yeah, let me count for y'all [VERSE] G#m One of one, it ain't no duplication of my DNA G#m Two hoes, one a scammer, other one a CNA G#m Three, two, one, shit, I'm finna give a PSA G#m Four bullets holes into your cape, I catch you bein' brave G#m Five seconds left up on the clock, I'm hittin' buzzer beaters G#m Six bars for twenty K, I just knocked out another feature G#m Seven seas how I'm drippin', I create sauce G#m Tell the opps, I'm last one in the hole just like a ball G#m B B, call them bastards, firе in the booth G#m Ten out of ten timеs, can tell a liar from the truth G#m It's eleven eleven, you better make a wish G#m At eleven, I turn thirteen like twelve ain't exist G#m Catch me hoppin' out your bushes, G#m it's Friday the 13th (We'll turn your block to Crystal Lake) G#m Fourteen grams, use my wrist and turn it to a zip G#m Cuddy just made fifteen in a day, he servin' in the sticks G#m Sweet sixteen of the Wocky, I'ma break the bracket G#m The Glocky hold a seventeen today, G#m I played it standard (I ain't wanna stick out in public) G#m If the eighteen wheeler make it back, G#m just know I'm rubber band man, just like David Banner G#m I was nineteen with a plan, but they ain't understand G#m 20/20 vision off the shrooms, I'm in Wonderland G#m Lil' brodie steady clutchin', he a savage, twenty one G#m Twenty two, I tote the deuce, deuce, this bitch a tummy tuck G#m Twenty three, it gotta be my jersey number, bitch, I'm G.O.A.T G#m Twenty four, I ball like Kobe, in the clutch, bitch, it's the up G#m Twenty fifth of December, that's the type of gift that I am G#m Twenty six different ways to do fraud, must forget that I scam G#m Scrumble touch down with twenty seven like he Eddie George G#m Actin' like he sellin' twenty eights, how much you bet he poor? G#m On the twenty ninth, he gettin' fired because dawg a temp G#m Hustle that's instilled in me, could score a thirty off the bench G#m Thirty one, he rollin' Reggie, sippin' Miller Lite G#m Opps say they got thirty, I tote thirty two 'cause it's on sight G#m Thirty three, I pour a three then double back, I'm finna fly G#m Thirty four people in front of you, you gotta sit in line G#m Thirty five, rollin' up Durantulas, these three fives G#m Why your wrist on thirty six? You know you lookin' weak, guy G#m It's thirty seven different reasons I can't stop hustlin' G#m Up the .38 and hit his top, hell nah, we not tustlin' G#m Why you tryna beef with me, like ain't you thirty nine? G#m Shooter got .40 with a mop for all you dirty guys G#m Forty one, I'm fadin' off the drugs, I'm finna do the dirt G#m My Audemar a forty two, like all I had to do was work G#m Forty three days without drank, the monkey grabbin' on my shirt G#m Forty four outside, but bitch, I'm sweatin', active off a Perc' G#m Forty five plus fifty five, that's me, like add me up, you nerd G#m Paid Habibi forty six, don't even ask me why he purged G#m They think I play with trick dice, I rolled like forty sevens G#m First forty eight, you a snitch G#m Forty nine times out of fifty, I think you would switch G#m Fifty rackies if you never seen that lil' boy, you a shrimp www.chordzone.org [VERSE] G#m Fifty one lines in, forty nine to go (Haha, had to switch the beat on 'em) G#m It's fifty two cards in the deck, I played the ones they gave me G#m Fifty three, I'm banging fifth thirds, I played the bank so crazy G#m Fifty four nights on the road G#m This the fifty fifth day, still goin' strong G#m Fourth and fifty six, fuck it, gang, I'm goin' long G#m Fifty seven, five seven F&N, I'm totin' pole G#m Fifty eight jacks stacked double like a totem pole G#m Fifty nine, if he a Jack Ham, them Steelers on his dome (Look him up) G#m It's sixty seconds in a minute, do you use your time wisely? (Do you?) G#m Unky said the first time that he trapped was '61 G#m Sixty two hundred on my fit, you down to sixty slugs G#m Sixty three, doubled up the lead, it's like six to three G#m (They ain't finna score again, it's over) G#m Boy, this life shit not a game, this not Nintendo 64 G#m Knock sixty five times before they let us in the door G#m If it wasn't for the rap, I'd be on Route 66 G#m Or probably have like sixty seven credit cards in the whip G#m Ocky put a sixty eight into his dash, he in the ditch (Boom) G#m If they get him in that room, he gon' sixty nine G#m Cruise control, I got it set at seventy, ain't finna drive G#m Doggy whip a 1971, he movin' ill advised G#m Seventy two, I think 'bout seven two and I look in the sky G#m Today's forecast's seventy three, it's lookin' beautiful G#m I don't gang bang, but know some seven fours and I can merch on that G#m I 75 to Eight Mile, just the usual G#m You would've thought the spot was seventy six 'cause all we serve is gas G#m Cuban hit for seventy seven, Luka Trončić on the Mavs (Mark Cuban, you get it?) G#m Remember ridin' in that shooter, only goin' seventy eight with both feet on the gas G#m I don't get it, could be seventy nine, still won't be on my ass G#m Eighty on me, four pockets full, a dub in each one G#m Bro drop a eighty one like Mamba, please don't be dumb G#m Eighty two games in the season, I won't miss nada G#m Chain know like eighty three dance moves, this bitch Sada G#m Drankheads, we done poured eighty fours, Impala (Skrrt, skrrt) G#m Eighty five, bet I catch the bag like Ocho Cinco G#m (I might as well change my first name to "Chad") G#m We'll nuke yo' block like Chernobyl in '86 G#m You rollin' up some eighty seven, I can't take a hit G#m Drop a eight, then drop a eight, it's purple when I take a piss G#m Dudie only got eighty nine likes, why he take that pic? (Corny) G#m I'm on a ninety day grind, shit, God can be the judge G#m Walked in, only threw like ninety ones? You need to leave the club G#m '92 Jordan, catch me scorin' in the clutch G#m Ninety three in my truck, plus, it's in my blunt G#m 94, hot as hell, I'm dodgin' state troopers G#m If they pull up with a hundred, ninety five some fake shooters G#m '96 Bulls how we ball, bitch G#m Ninety seven percent that we tackle 'em, I call, "Blitz" G#m Pieces ninety eight cents each, but these bitches bussin' G#m Ninety nine my overall, that ain't shit to go get a bucket G#m Only right we end it here, gon' always keep this shit a hundred www.chordzone.org [OUTRO] G#m ShittyBoyz, DogShit Militia
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