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 80 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Producer: Bankroll Got It , 88nck,
Writer: That Mexican OT, DaBaby, Bankroll Got It , 88nck,
Original Key: F 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] Fm Ayo, is that That Mexican OT? Fm (B B Bankroll Got It) www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Fm Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?), point him out (Point him out) Fm Throw his bitch ass in the trunk, take him to the South (Uh huh, uh huh) Fm Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?), point him out (Point him out) Fm Throw his bitch ass in the trunk, Fm show him what the fuck we talkin' 'bout (Ugh) [VERSE] Fm I'm strikin' men like strikin' lightnin', you see what happenin' Fm My last fight, friend, well, alright, then Fm Better tighten up, we tight ends Fm Fucked my grill up 'cause I popped an X all night, it had me bitin' Fm Caught his ass stealin', so I had to take his right hand Fm Cup be lookin' like a pump jack, bitch, I am a oiler Fm Damn, how many times I gotta spin to get this boy to learn? Fm Then I ain't no fuckin' joke, we drop lil' T, then drop lil' more Fm Better watch your mouth 'cause I got soap, Fm I got diamonds, tacos, and coke Fm Inside of my Wock', I drop a hater like my throka Fm Got elbows swingin', watch him cook, Fm I smoke his ass just like some morta Fm Leave him flat just like a torta, I swim with killers like a orca Fm It don't matter where it is, it don't matter Fm where I'm at because to me, no me importa www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Fm Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?), point him out (Point him out) Fm Throw his bitch ass in the trunk, take him to the South (Uh huh, uh huh) Fm Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?), point him out (Point him out) Fm Throw his bitch ass in the trunk, show him what the fuck we talkin' 'bout (Ugh) [VERSE] Fm Bitch, I don't even like no lame, keep my name up out your mix, ho Fm I don't like diamonds no more, only plain jane to watch my wrist Fm Uh, before rap, I was poppin' my shit, nigga Fm I was still turnt with them motherfuckin' bags, Fm my mama thought I had the bricks, nigga, bricks, nigga Fm Drop a ghetto bitch off at her job and borrow her whip, nigga Fm I'm in this with a baby AR playin' sweet, actin' Fm like I'm a bitch, nigga Fm I told lil' mama to bend it over like a dog, Fm I'm tryna come hit with her Fm You know these bitches'll drive Fm a Honda through the wall to fuck with a rich nigga Fm I'm from the South, Fm I greet a woman with a smile when Fm I take a pic' with her, she can relax Fm OT wan' see him in the trunk, shit, Fm I wouldn't even leave him in that Fm Any one of these niggas play when I walk in this bitch, Fm I'd probably leave with a hat, nigga, and a reason to laugh, haha [CHORUS] Fm Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?), point him out (Point him out) Fm Throw his bitch ass in the trunk, take him to the South (Uh huh, uh huh) Fm Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?), point him out (Point him out) Fm Throw his bitch ass in the trunk, show him what the fuck we talkin' 'bout Fm Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?), point him out (Point him out) Fm Throw his bitch ass in the trunk, take him to the South (Uh huh, uh huh) Fm Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?), point him out (Point him out) Fm Throw his bitch ass in the trunk, show him what the fuck we talkin' 'bout (Ugh)
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