Off Wit His Head: accordi di
Chief Keef
Chief Keef

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Verse 1
Ab
(Off The Wall Gang)
Eb
(Damn, that's Surreal right
there?) ayy, ayy
Cm
Eb
Niggas at your freakin' head
Cm
Click- clack,
Ab
niggas really scared
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Verse 2
Ab
Niggas at your freakin' head,
C
click- clack
Really scared
Ab
I'ma run these motherfuckin'
C
people
Just like Diddy did
Get my alcohol, weed,
and my businesses
Ab
Savage just like Beans
C
That's who Beanie Sigel is
Ab
up them poles
C
Heatin' shit like I play for Heat and shit
Pistol beatin' shit
Ab
You don't know what
C
pistol beatin' is
Ridin' 'round town
Prayin' to God with the SIG
Ab
C
Smoke a nigga like a cig'
Bang, off with his head, ayy
Verse 3
Better play with your bitch You better play with your kids
Ab
C
My niggas, they savages
You better play with your ear on the jet
On the Lear like I'll perform in here
Ab
I got my gun in here, so be alarmed in here
C
You want beef? There's farms in here
A lotta armor in here, ayy
Ab
C
Boy, we got the llamas here
Them stupid choppers here, ayy
Ab
Leave you where you stand
C
You gon' need a doctor in here
Ab
I brought my guap in here
C
I can pay your doctor bills
Ab
C
Pay your mama bills,
pay your partner bills
Ab
C
Pay a lot ta bills, pay my bank deposit bills
Ab
I got a lotta clips,
C
I drive a lotta whips
Ab
C
Like I'm at the casino, I won a lotta chips
Cm
I brought my mop in here
Ab
Eb
That dirty bop in here
Cm
It'll bop your eyeballs, it'll bop your ear
Eb
Cm
I brought my mop in here
Eb
Hey dirty bop in here, ayy
(Click- clack) it'll
bop your eyeballs and
Cm
Ab
It'll bop your ear, bang
C
Niggas at your freakin' head, click- clack
Verse 4
Really scared
Ab
I'ma run these motherfuckin'
people
C
Just like Diddy did
Get my alcohol, weed,
and my businesses
Ab
Savage just like Beans
C
That's who Beanie Sigel is
Ab
up them poles
C
Heatin' shit like I play for Heat and shit
Pistol beatin' shit
Ab
You don't know what
C
pistol beatin' is
Ab
C
Ridin' 'round town
Prayin' to God with the SIG
Ab
C
Smoke a nigga like a cig'
Bang, off with his head, ayy
Verse 5
C
Smokin' on this Tooka,
plottin' on a million
Got a lotta children
These niggas my children
Try to smoke some Tooka, this shit
It might kill you
Tryna get some money,
Ab
my nigga, I feel you
C
Coolin' with the Glo, ayy
That's my La Familia
Ab
C
For my fam ily, I'll kill ya
At the red light, drill ya
Pull up on you slow, ride off like a Steeler
Ab
C
I think I'm from Pittsburgh, bitch
Ab
I got my steel up 'Member
C
bein' a stealer
Your car could get peeled up
Ab
C
Baby, I heard your car on E, fuck with me
Ab
C
It get filled up when I look in the mirror
I see a young black nigga
That made it out the Southside
Cm
Where the fuckin' drills was
Eb
Cm
Eb
Ridin' with my tooly
And I'm down to drill ya
Cm
Waste your ass, spill ya, Flintstone
Fred and Wilma she gon'
Eb
give me coochie 'til
My fuckin' deal up
Cm
Ab
It can go down anytime, but I'm still up
Verse 6
Niggas at your freakin' head,
C
click- clack
Really scared
Ab
I'ma run these motherfuckin'
C
people
Just like Diddy did
Get my alcohol, weed,
and my businesses
Ab
Savage just like Beans
C
That's who Beanie Sigel is
Ab
up them poles
C
Heatin' shit like I play for Heat and shit
Pistol beatin' shit
Ab
You don't know what
C
pistol beatin' is
Ab
C
Ridin' 'round town
Prayin' to God with the SIG
Ab
Smoke a nigga like a cig'
C
Bang, off with his head,
ayy
Verse 7
(Damn, that's Surreal right
there?)
Ab
(Off The Wall Gang)

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