This single was released on 14 January 2022. The vocals are by J.I.D , 21 Savage, Baby Tate, the music is produced by Eddie Snyder, Charles Singleton, Baby Tate,, and the lyrics are written by Nurі, Christo , DJ Scheme.
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 74 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 74 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Vocals: J.I.D , 21 Savage, Baby Tate ,
Producer: Nurі, Christo , DJ Scheme,
Writer: Eddie Snyder, Charles Singleton, Baby Tate,,
Producer: Nurі, Christo , DJ Scheme,
Writer: Eddie Snyder, Charles Singleton, Baby Tate,,
Original Key: F Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 74 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Fm I know I can't afford to stop for one moment Fm That it's too soon, to for— www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Fm Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down Fm Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds Fm Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down Fm Putting rap on my back and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns [VERSE] Fm I done came back around like a nigga sellin' crack in pounds Fm I got a bag now, but it's nothing to brag 'bout Fm Gun blast in the background, I'm a black man with the bloodhounds Fm Mac making love sounds to a bad chick, she from uptown Fm I'm from down South, not a loudmouth, we can fuck around (Woah, shit, woah) Fm Hit the music, baby, cut it down (Woah, shit, woah) Fm Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably, I feel like I'ma bust now (Woah, woah, shit, woah) Fm I feel like a bust down when I shine bright, blind niggas is up now (Woah, shit, woah, shit) Fm In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up, you can pick it up now, nigga, fuck it, okay (Ayy) www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Fm Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down Fm Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds Fm Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down Fm Putting rap on my back and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns Fm I know I can't afford to stop for one moment Fm That it's too soon, to for— [VERSE] Fm Me and my money attached emotionally Fm I get to clutchin' if you get too close to me Fm I'm at the top where I'm 'posed to be Fm Jumped in the game, niggas act like they coaching me Fm Four hundred racks ain't shit but a show to me Fm I'm on the road and I bet that your ho with me Fm When I'm in traffic, it's always a pole wit' me Fm Pillsbury man, I keep dough with me Fm Hit from the back, she giving me slurp and I ain't even pull my pants down Fm Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it's always a man down Fm Draw down, hands in the air, nigga, make one move, get gunned down Fm Giving out smoke so long, they don't even wanna talk no more, just run now Fm No locked doors, I serve with a chop Fm Bitch got spent, she was hanging with an opp Fm We call him Mickey, he talks to the cops Fm I was on panda, glass in the sock Fm Back in the day, I invest in the block Fm Fast forward, now I'm investing in stocks Fm I put a drum on the Heckler and Koch Fm Don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots [CHORUS] Fm Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down Fm Get this strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds Fm Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down Fm Putting rap on my back and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns [BRIDGE] Fm Pu Pu Pussy cat in his face 'cause he stay off Cheshire Bridge Fm Then I took it back, now he sayin' that he shakin' and he shiverin' Fm Like the way it taste and he ain't ate it in a minute Fm They call me Yung Baby, but I still got hella chil— Fm Talk shit, run that motherfuckin' crown, you bitch Fm You motherfuckin' bitch Fm Uh, shit (Hehehaha) [VERSE] Am Sorry in advance for my bros Am They'll whoop a nigga ass, what you whippin' up? (Woah) Am JID in the bag, if you lookin' for that dope Am Niggas got it in the bag, 'cause we trappin' on the low Am And I'm the shit with the flow, huh Am Give me a joke, heard a nigga say that you the next? No, no, no Am I'm the best, tell them bitches stop the motherfuckin' press Am Press stop, fuck a top five list Am Get ‘em a vest, he get lopsided Am Fuck the cops, we was runnin' from Rottweilers Am Most of my partners ain't have poppa, just a popped condom Am Couple kids with Alzheimer's, forty on his side Am Boy you Mike Alstott, he on the block violent Am Robbin' niggas in the hood and then swap genres Am Green light, line a nigga up, stop sign him Am Keep drivin', you will not find him Am I'm a, I'm a, I'm a normal anomaly, I turned into a rapper ironically Am And ran the bag up, back up, niggas is onto me Am Niggas should honor me Am If you think that I'm a wannabe, it's pretty comedy Am I'm melancholy and cool, so calmly bustin' moves Am My truths carry velocity Am Same posse since OshPosh B'gosh, pussy clart Am Treat the rap like I'm pushin' rock Am On the stove with the Pyrex pot Am The door stay locked, it don't say knock Am We on they block, we own they block Am It's Monopoly games, we stole they properties Am Smooth talkin' and moonwalkin' Am Same lil' niggas small pond, but a pool shark Am I aim, big stick, knock, chalk off cue balls Am Bang this shit [OUTRO] Fm Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Fm Ah, ha ha ha ha!
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