Tonalità: B major
Intro 1
C
Bm
C
Verse 1
C
Bitch, invented the peep
Racks in the passenger seat
Bm
Bitch, wanna get in my skin
Wanna get in my business
Get in my beast
Make it a game for me
I taught myself when no
C
OG's hit the street
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Wig diamond cut on my neck
Then I put the gold on my teeth
G
Bm
Come through crushin' the block
And the dumb bottom runs
in the fresh white teeth
Go in the
G -O -A -T, bitch,
C
get me right before I leave
Yeah, yeah
Bm
callin' me
Mr.
Four
Letter
C
G -O -A -T and them four niggas know
Better put on a shoulder like
Coachella
Bm
I need a rib and a trophy and gold medal
Turn me to stone like
Medusa
I think her name was
Rosa
Might get some cleats for what
I'ma throw at her
Keepin' it
C
P, my dumpy in my weather, uh
Hop out the
Sprinter at
Neiman's with all of the members
Put that lil' bitch in the blender,
that
Averett's leather
I pull out the bubble for winter
Bm
Nigga, I ain't even a fighter,
it's hard contender
Ridin' that back while I send her
Might as well hand her to
me and surrender
C
Ready to crash, bout to hit some bucks
Bm
Them type of the turn up,
C
nigga, not denim
Actin' like
Michael
Bm
Jackson, nigga, do you remember?
Yeah, leave out the house with the
Kimberlin denim
I had to learn how to work
them antenna
Poppin' shit first time I
listen to jumpin'
C
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I invented the peep
Racks in the passenger seat
Bm
Bitch, wanna get in my skin,
wanna get in my business
Eatin' my beans
They get the game from me,
I taught myself
When no
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Wig diamond cut on my neck
G
Then I put the gold on my teeth
Bm
Come through, crushin' the block
And the dumb bottom runs
in the fresh white teeth
Goin' to
G -O -A -T, bitch,
get me right before I leave
C
Mm, ayy, mm, I invented the
P, mm
I -V -O -T -G -A -N -G,
Bm
crushin' up cannabis leaves, huh
Don't know what my mom was doin'
when she was pregnant with me
But she knew I'd be the greatest
C
back when I was in a baby seat
Bm
C
Babies, mm
My next check, I'm scuba divin',
finna get that stingray back
For what they did to my nigga,
Bm
Steve
The cutest nigga to breathe,
I just broke her off
In the back of the loft,
we sippin' on tea, uh
C
Must be kiddin',
you can't sit with us like a nigga
out of sit -in, uh
Chicago cold, so we throwin'
up gang signs in the
Bm
Body froze, they need church
clothes for the funeral
fitting, uh
All the schools closed,
they ask questions we don't
know, nigga
C
Wednesday, I got on all pink like the
Mean
Girls, but
it's faux, niggas
We came from nothin',
it was somethin' to make foe,
Bm
uh
Figures, look at my figure,
I'm that nigga,
Marilyn
Monroe, uh
Like a ballerina, every time I hit,
she on her tippy toes, uh
C
Sippin', sippin' on synthy, uh
Box of briefs, it's
Fenty, this shit soundin' classic, vintage
This hit different,
Nas and sent me, uh
Bm
I need y 'all to stream this
shit so I can make like 20
Em
Bm
Give that to my mama when
G
her gas tank get empty
C
Yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I invented the peep,
racks in the passenger seat
Bm
Bitch wanna get in my skin,
wanna get in my business, get in my briefs
They get the game from me,
I top myself when no
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Went down to cut up my neck,
then I put the gold on my teeth
Bm
Come through, crushin' the block and the dumb
bottom ones and the fresh white teeth
Em
Knowin' the
Bm
G -O -A -T,
G
C
Bm
C
bitch get me right before I leave
you
Bm
Em
G
Ti è piaciuto il brano?
AccordatoreE A D G B E
AccordiC Bm G Em
Altri brani di Nascent
Scopri altri brani e i relativi accordi
Nessun risultato
Brani correlati
Scopri altri brani e i relativi accordi
4.7
Accordi popolari a livello globale
Accordi e tablature più suonati dagli utenti
Aggiunti di recente
Accordi e tablature aggiunti di recente