This song is from the album Crop Circle 2, released on 20 April 2023. The vocals are by Nines, the music is produced by Swifta , Benji Miller, and the lyrics are written by Nines, Swifta , Benji Miller.
This song is originally in the key of F# 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 F# 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.
Original Key: F# 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] F#m Aye, all fun and jokes aside, nigga F#m I need them Nines double entendres, nigga F#m Them Nines metaphors, nigga F#m I need you to flex and shit on everybody off this verse, nigga F#m I need that feelin' when you was handin' out them grills, nigga F#m I need that feelin' when you was handin' out them sneakers, nigga F#m When you had everybody locked in and talkin', nigga F#m That's the feelin' that I need F#m ASAP www.chordzone.org [VERSE] F#m Uh F#m I just put, I just put a tonne on the back of a truck (Uh) F#m Me and Midgy should’ve won the Cannabis Cup F#m I ain’t put no plaques on my wall yet F#m By at least five, I’ll send those packs to your doorstep F#m In this, in this music scene I’m legendary F#m Raps always been secondary like February F#m Told my guy, “Don’t come near me with no tester” (Uh) F#m Don’t be talkin’ packs ‘round Siri and Alexa F#m Free the gang, I can't forget my celly F#m I was gettin' letters in the can, like alphabets spaghetti, uh F#m All these niggas bite my style F#m I did "A Wings Got Talent" in jail, I was like Simon Cowell F#m I was in cali 'round the neck like bow tie F#m K K Kush God, bitch, I'm the most high F#m I see these rappers actin' Holly' (Uh) F#m When they were out there crowd surfing, we were catchin' bodies (Who were they?) F#m I ain't a tough guy, I always make everybody laugh F#m I could spit all my bars wearin' a polygraph F#m Rap star, still makin' pounds fly F#m Opps tryna' turn me stray like Ivory from How High F#m Used to shot ounces F#m Had a sold out tour, but I still got more fans in my crop houses F#m I spray up where you're cotchin' F#m Spent all my money on packs, I was literally weighing up my options F#m They say their guns spit, they ain't never done shit F#m Just landed the runtz 'bout to roll up a trumpet, uh F#m She want a man with P, but that bitch poor F#m That's why I'm in her crib hiding keys like a jigsaw F#m Still got food on the curb F#m I pull up with this half moon, I don't mean do not disturb F#m Came alone, could've brought an army F#m If I air it out, forensics will have to pick up more men than Lori Harvey F#m Came a long way from trappin' in the rain F#m My chicks a side bitch 'cause I'm married to the game, uh F#m Me and Budz in Dubai on a jetski F#m Sold so much coke like I'm rivals with Pepsi F#m I used to break these packs down into fractions F#m These niggas do way too much capping in their captions F#m I'm tryna leave the game but I need a lane (Uh) F#m These niggas pree the chain, they don't see the pain F#m They sent me jail for importing weed from Spain F#m I came home, in six weeks released a strain F#m Still remember reloading on a Q F#m We got them jungle boys, it ain't Mowgli and Baloo F#m The CM wishing they could bring me back F#m Cah they still need gangsters like me to point their fingers at, uh F#m Last year I was missing rap F#m I was on the wing kicking back with my nigga Skrapz F#m Even though my block's full of pricks, I ain't (Nah) F#m And I don't trust bitches even if my chick's a saint F#m Paid for my last campaign, label ain't reimbursed me F#m Smashed her and never picked up cah she was thirsty F#m They just started, I was shipping packs time ago F#m Trading flavours with all the growers outside my show, uh F#m This ain't happened cause of luck F#m Fuck your little chain, I spend that shit at Hakkasan on duck F#m To make it to a kilo, that was the game plan F#m When I had no 'nect like I was playing Rayman F#m Used to have a thirty eight when I was trapping in the snow F#m Still got it to this day, I even brang it to my show, uh F#m I can move a hundred keys in less than a week F#m Driving through the other side like this is Sesame Street (Pussies) F#m Still the same old me even though I'm rich F#m And it's still gang gang, I'll never switch www.chordzone.org [OUTRO] F#m Yuurd! F#m Nines, what's good, niggas?
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