This single was released on 26 September 2019.
Vocals: NBA Youngboy ,
Scale: E 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] Em G D C Drum Dummie made the beat and you know he killed it Em G D C Oh, this Drum Dummie who made this beat, huh? Em G I ain’t flashin’, though D C I’m just coolin’ right now C Em It ain’t nobody but me and Hemp in the studio G And I’m just boolin’ D And, I hope y’all was waitin’ to hear from me C So, I just recorded www.chordzone.org [VERSE] Em G D Real street nigga, I ain’t tryna feel no sorrow C Em Drive that Maybach like a Fuckin’ Monte Carlo G D I been tryna find some peace and only God know C Em Cross me once, can’t call my phone, you get the dial tone G D I been on fleek, I’m poppin’ (I’m poppin’) C Em Not many ’round if you don’t know, it helped my pockets (My Pockets) G D And my bro, take that Draco and go wildin’ (Blaw, blaw) C Em Tryna grow up, don’t come in contact with that violence G D Violins should be played, how I’m stylin’ C Em Comment “Where”, she like, “What picture?” That ain’t my bitch G D Tired of the Bayou, I want take it out to New York C Em And live a high life like a nigga signed with Highbridge G D I flash out and take his head from off his body C Em I never once showed you that side, but that’s who I’m is G D Hidin’ out, I let that 30 spit on College C Em If I die right now, just check the stats and see how I did G I’m a real street nigga, yeah D C Em I just pulled my radar out and tried to stop a nigga (Where you goin’?) G D I just walked outside my house and almost shot a nigga (Fuck is you doin’?) C Fuck my ex, I hope my next can prolly top a nigga www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Em G Take me to a place I can’t imagine (Oh) D C Victim of heartbreak and I’m so damaged (Oh) Em G Steppin’ in blood, we deep thugs and I can’t panic D Yeah, we knocked him off C Nigga what? They gotta hand it [VERSE] Em G I just took to flowin’ on the block and took the top off D C Talkin’ out his top, I go by top, I get him knocked off Em G See them youngins hoppin’ out that Benz, that’s some dropouts D C They was hatin’, I knocked ’em out my lens, that ain’t my fault Em G I’m with Hemp, I’m drinkin’ on that Hen’ like a papa D C [?] drinkin’ on that gin, I been goin’ off Em G Goin’ off on all these hoes waitin’ on me to fall D C I walk in court, dirty as the Fuck with pee up in my drawers Em G Bitch, I’m drunker than the Fuck, I need some Tylenol D C I go nuts, soon as you buck, I shoot at all of y’all (Blaw, blaw) Em G I left therapy with K3 and I sped off D C Talkin’ proper as the Fuck with my head off Em G Talkin’ proper as the Fuck with my head off D C Been goin’ crazy but I can’t let my son see it all Em G All this love got me damaged, I just want it gone D C If you my friend, let’s hit it [?], bitch, take yo’ panties off [CHORUS] Em G Take me to a place I can’t imagine (Oh) D C Victim of heartbreak and I’m so damaged (Oh) Em G Steppin’ in blood, we deep thugs and I can’t panic D Yeah, we knocked him off C Nigga what? They gotta hand it
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