This single was released on 02 June 2023. The vocals are by Gunna, the music is produced by Turbo, Omar Grand , Cam Griffin, and the lyrics are written by Gunna, Turbo, Omar Grand , Cam Griffin.
This song is originally in the key of A Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 85 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
This song is originally in the key of A Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 85 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Vocals: Gunna ,
Producer: Turbo, Omar Grand , Cam Griffin,
Writer: Gunna, Turbo, Omar Grand , Cam Griffin,
Producer: Turbo, Omar Grand , Cam Griffin,
Writer: Gunna, Turbo, Omar Grand , Cam Griffin,
Original Key: A Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 85 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Am F Am F x2 . www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Am Goin' all out when it's 'bout that bread and butter F Am They'll kill for clout, I put that on my dead brother, yeah Am F He talk so much, I showed him I'm a real hunter F Am Won't say it, but he know I still got real cutters, yeah Am Yeah, I'm right back and I lost mad commas F Dm I had been down bad inside a dark tunnel, yeah Dm E Fuck them boys, I found out who my real partners E Am And who was only with me 'cause I had dollars [VERSE ONE] Am Never fucked a nigga, always stayed solid F Kept it real with niggas, never lied and always stay honest Am Love my bro so much, I never change on 'em F Hunna Wunna go and do the work, bring you the damn profits Am Hustled on my own, I always did know how to sеll product F They ain't gave me shit, I grind so long, camе from the damn bottom Dm Every nigga speakin' on my name could have some real problems E Am We are not the same, ain't in my lane, I got my own column, yeah Am F Peepin' shit, I'm seein' niggas fall back F Am You bitch ass niggas got me as the topic of the chat Am F You switched on me when you know you in business with a rat F Am And the boy that's like your brother, and nobody speak on that Am F The city see it clearly if I had to state a fact F Dm You still fuck with a nigga that done got yo' partner (Wacked) Dm E Had these niggas talkin', only knew 'em 'cause of Slatt E Am You rap boys need more streams, heard he put my name on wax Am F You wouldn’t even believe, I ain't had to watch my back F Dm It's niggas really talkin', how you think we done got snatched? E Nobody sent a kite, I sent it wrong way, didn't get it back E Am This shit done got off track, let's get it back on track www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Am Goin' all out when it's 'bout that bread and butter F Am They'll kill for clout, I put that on my dead brother, yeah Am F He talk so much, I showed him I'm a real hunter F Am Won't say it, but he know I still got real cutters, yeah Am F Yeah, I'm right back and I lost mad commas F Dm I had been down bad inside a dark tunnel, yeah Dm E Fuck them boys, I found out who my real partners E Am And who was only with me 'cause I had dollars, yeah [VERSE TWO] Am Fuck I pay the lawyers all those mills for? F Just so I won't have to say a word to dodge a railroad Am Niggas find it hard to understand, though F Dog can't put me down, I been locked down, I don't know which way to go Am Never gave no statement or agreed to take no stand on 'em F On whatever you niggas on, then trust me, I'ma stand on it Dm Lawyers and the DA did some sneaky shit, I fell for it E On my Ps and Qs because, this time, I be prepared for it, yeah Am 'Posed to shine, these niggas throwin' shade, though F I can get him hit, but I'ma just chill and just see how it go Am What he say? He want some smoke with me, ain't in my time zone F Any given day, I could just pop out one of them side doors Am Gunna, he too slick, you ain't gon' know which way I pled F Shit too hot, I can't even put no money in— Dm Pullin' up, pop out, like, "What the fuck you niggas said?" E Ain't with all that talkin', this the last time I'ma say it Am Prolly think I'm sick, the way I keep poppin' these meds F I finally found out that's just the way the devil dance Dm Had too many niggas 'round I fed that bit my hand E I got too many folks to feed, you just don't understand, yeah [CHORUS] Am Goin' all out when it's 'bout that bread and butter F Am They'll kill for clout, I put that on my dead brother, yeah Am F He talk so much, I showed him I'm a real hunter F Am Won't say it, but he know I still got real cutters, yeah Am F Yeah, I'm right back and I lost mad commas F Dm I had been down bad inside a dark tunnel, yeah Dm E Fuck them boys, I found out who my real partners E Am And who was only with me 'cause I had dollars, yeah
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