This single was released on 15 February 2024. The vocals are by Schoolboy Q, the music is produced by Cardo, J.LBS, Johnny Juliano , Yung Exclusive, and the lyrics are written by ScHoolboy Q , Cardo.
This song is originally in the key of Eb Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 130 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
This song is originally in the key of Eb Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 130 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Vocals: Schoolboy Q ,
Producer: Cardo, J.LBS, Johnny Juliano , Yung Exclusive,
Writer: ScHoolboy Q , Cardo,
Producer: Cardo, J.LBS, Johnny Juliano , Yung Exclusive,
Writer: ScHoolboy Q , Cardo,
Original Key: Eb Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 130 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] [VERSE ONE] Ebm Like damn wop, how I get a bitch like yeern? Ebm I'm a drop top nigga 'cause the sun won't burn Ebm Wanna live like guap but the stripes ain't earned Ebm I'ma get it right now, I ain't waitin' no turn Ebm Got a brand new house, tryna avoid my hurt Ebm 'Bout six point somethin' in the field like church Ebm Heard the hood got whacked, and the set went turn Ebm Got a four eight eight in the glide like Curt Ebm I've been livin' off golf for the last few deals Ebm When the Nike check came and I still got chills Ebm Hit a 2K lick, I ain't even go pro Ebm Gotta boss LA, now I'm smellin' like goat Ebm Call me Ice Cube baby, when they sit on my chain Ebm Heard a lame ass nigga tryna play with my name Ebm On them twenty three tour and I'm goin' no brain Ebm Goin' dumb with these hundreds, now my thumb got stained Ebm I'm a nigga out here, everything come free Ebm I ain't never met God, but I bet he know me Ebm Put your money in the set, a nigga die in them streets Ebm Threw the boy alley hoopin', now he ridin' on fleek (Shoo) Ebm Got a porch light skin and the ceilin' got peeled Ebm I was twenty plus young when this shit got real Ebm Young black boy runnin', got me out of that field Ebm Made a livin' off game, you should get it on film Ebm I ain't never your kind, late but I'm really on time Ebm Girl, what you put in your mind, I ain't diggin' your sign Ebm Truth, but that pussy ain't mine, hurt, but I made it out fine Ebm Still in my prime, broke nigga, really out lyin' Ebm Talk like he Tony Hawk, grind throwin' twenty on a nine Ebm Nigga how you live with no spine? Broke nigga better off dyin' Ebm Man, you niggas got nerve, broke ass, need to get a bird Ebm Fuck it, I'ma get it off first, from the way you ain't surf Ebm You bitch niggas lookin' all hurt, funny 'til your ego got nerfed Ebm Boy done made it all worse, woke up, lookin' like "Word?" Ebm One fifty lay on my shirt, twenty lay on my teeth Ebm Boy, I make a M in my sleep, everything I want in my reach Ebm I'ma run it off tops, wonder where I've been? I've been pullin' off lots Ebm Fo' fifty four, I'ma keep it on stock Ebm Cognac bezel with the ticker on rocks Ebm Figg side nigga, tell me what I ain't got Ebm Get it right now where I got it back then Ebm Number one stunna with the love of my— Ebm Raised by the gang with a mill' like Philly Ebm With the watch, two fifty and a bitch so— (Blue) Ebm (Shoo) www.]chordzone.org Ebm Uh Ebm Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh Ebm Yeah, uh Ebm (Shoo) www.chordzone.org [VERSE TWO] Ebm When the door got closed, I ain't feel too bad Ebm I'ma run mine up, I'ma have some stashed Ebm Now you in a broad purse, boy you goin' out sad Ebm Now you wanna couch surf and you keep a little rat Ebm Nigga livin' out his backpack, need to get a bag Ebm Got a gray double R and it need both lanes Ebm Got a dollar to his name, but he all gang gang Ebm But he all on my dick, and I find that strange Ebm Keep playin' with the fire, but his ass get burned Ebm Bet your boy got split when the light got turned Ebm Got his head all cracked, but the boy won't learn Ebm Big racked up shawty when the block gets served Ebm Niggas always sorry when the cap don't work Ebm Got the butterfly doors and they fly like bird Ebm Bet I love my bitch, but I ain't them nerd Ebm Like damn wop, how I get a bitch like yeern?
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