This song is originally in the key of C# Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 80 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Producer: Kuttabeatz, LMC (Producer), Indyah , ProdBySquare,
Writer: Gucci Mane, Lil Baby, Kuttabeatz, LMC,
Original Key: C# Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 80 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] C#m A Kutta, cut that shit up, man [VERSE] C#m Switch the weather when I want, we at the other, other spot C#m A Me and bro ain't swappin' out our jewels, this another watch A I get all types of bags in, I'm a different hot A C#m Shrooms, sex on the private jet, this a different high C#m I'm with the clappers C#m Brodie changed his life but he an ex kidnapper C#m A Ain't tryna go there with you, weird ass actors A And rappers or whatever you call yourself A C#m I got five cellphones, tell them niggas to call my bluff www.chordzone.org C#m That lit shit I don't post, I can't show thеm folks all of this stuff C#m Tighten up the business, I donе killed and been ballin' it up A Older niggas postin' motivation, they holdin' they nuts A Keep the windows clear, so them pussy niggas can see the guts C#m Cutlass, she thinkin' I'm stubborn C#m But, baby, I'm the catch, I catch up with you when I can A Need a camera crew, everything we do it should be on film A We came through a hundred deep, I seen you with your boyfriend C#m Horse playin', I was in a 'Rari, I was with a barbie, I had on Marni C#m I call her Lori, my new new, yeah yeah, my boo A Shit I rap 'bout be all facts, I'm livin' out my truth A He think he this 'cause he bought that, bruh, I copped bruh one too C#m We havin' motions for real, plural, everybody gettin' money C#m I took off on niggas, real bad, everybody act funny A Life a hard pill to swallow, nigga, everybody got a stomach A I tried to show niggas the right way, so everybody leave the wrong way www.chordzone.org [VERSE] C#m I tried to lead by example, helped everybody get money C#m I quit lean and stopped gamblin', I'm an ex codeine junkie (Lean) A Stayed in motels with my family and did pushups with my bunky A Used to work up off my brother 'nem, but I ain't never been no flunky (No) C#m Some nigga tried me but couldn't call me, just a young nigga, they jumped me C#m One nigga still think he got one up on me, but his day still comin' (Wow) A I don't make threats, no, I promise, I just drop bands like commas A Don't even ask me 'bout dead folks, 'cause I ain't got no comment (Yeah) C#m I want my M's up to one, two, three, four, five one hundred (Go) C#m I ain't arguin' on no internet, I'm not Wack100 (No) A Miami with no shirt just to show off the tats on my stomach (Man) A Niggas old and broke, and out of shape, it sick, make me vomit C#m It's been eighteen year later and my stock still ain't plummet C#m Had to bet on myself, and made somethin' from nothin' (Yeah) A Niggas sayin' they did this and that, for me y'all ain't do nothin' A Nigga gon' throw they hand in and stop all that bluffin' (It's Gucci)
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