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Original Key: C# 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]
 
  C#m                    F#m       C#m F#m C#m F#m 
 (Uno got the streets going crazy)

 (I told 'em PJ got them tracks)
  C#m                              F#m 
 Say something, spray something, I make it sound off
  C#m                            F#m                       C#m F#m C#m F#m 
 Draco hold a hunnid, I done knocked the whole crowd off
           F#m 
 (Yo Uzi, run that shit up)
 
 [VERSE ONE]
    C#m                              F#m 
 I don't need no nigga to vouch for me (Vouch for me), 
  F#m 
 my body count gon' speak (Baow, baow)
  C#m 
 Bitch tryna bring up opps, 
   F#m 
 I told that ho, "I don't speak Oppanese" (Bitch)
           C#m 
 She like, "Why you keep me 'round? 
        F#m 
 But it's the top and drop some knees (Gyeah, gyaeh, gyeah)
      C#m                              F#m 
 They want me in the cell, they tryna stop me like monopoly

 C#m                     F#m 
 Oh, oh, dissing in his feelings, I ain't trippin', 
          C#m 
 he just talk loud (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
          F#m                                         C#m 
 Pull up or a mil' up out the cell, it's just three eight ball
        F#m                                                  C#m 
 All my opps got bullet holes, you can ask them what that Drac' 'bout
                                                                 C#m 
 I'm not thrilling, I got bodies, so my bidness, you should stay out
 
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 [CHORUS]
     F#m                               C#m 
 I quit sipping the syrup, I can't doze off (I can't doze off)
  F#m                                      C#m 
 Choppa spittin', get to rippin' all the doors off (Doors off)
   F#m 
 He was a troll, that shit got old, 
            C#m 
 I made him doze off (I made him, pew pew, baow, baow, baow, baow)
               F#m                                 C#m
 Blood up on my shoes, now I'm tryna wash his soul off

  F#m                                C#m 
 I quit sipping the syrup, I can't doze off (I can't doze off)
  F#m                                      C#m 
 Choppa spittin', get to rippin' all the doors off (Doors off)
  F#m 
 He was a troll, that shit got old, 
            C#m 
 I made him doze off (I made him, pew pew, baow, baow, baow, baow)
    F#m                                          C#m 
 Blood up on my shoes, now I'm tryna wash his soul off

 [POST CHORUS]
 C#m                          F#m 
 Say something, spray something, I make it sound off
 C#m                                                    C#m   F#m 
 Draco hold a hunnid, I done knocked the whole crowd off
  C#m                     F#m 
 I don't really know what I'm doin' (Baow, baow), yeah
 
 [VERSE TWO]
             C#m                                  F#m 
 We get the drop, we on your ass, we make these niggas vacate (Baow, baow)
        C#m                                   F#m 
 Pop a nigga, do some time, we call that shit a vacay (We call that shit a vacay)
         C#m                           F#m 
 Choppa sing, make it ring, better call for mayday (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
            C#m                                  F#m 
 Catch 'em slippin', they go nuts 'cause they know it's payday (Brrr), wait

   C#m                   F#m                             C#m
 Oh, oh, they say it's money on my head, they on my coat tail (Yeah, yeah)
    F#m                                  C#m 
 Why you waiting? I got niggas at ya doorbell
         F#m                                 C#m 
 Yeah, I drop twenty, I drop thirty if it's smoke there
   F#m                                              C#m 
 Last time I checked, I think my youngin' took a soul there
 
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 [CHORUS]
    F#m                               C#m 
 I quit sipping the syrup, I can't doze off (I can't doze off)
   F#m                                      C#m 
 Choppa spittin', get to rippin' all the doors off (Doors off)
            F#m                                C#m 
 He was a troll, that shit got old, I made him doze off 
 
 (I made him, pew pew, baow, baow, baow, baow)
        F#m                                       C#m 
 Blood up on my shoes, now I'm tryna wash his soul off

 F#m                                    C#m
 I quit sipping the syrup, I can't doze off (I can't doze off)
  F#m                                       C#m 
 Choppa spittin', get to rippin' all the doors off (Doors off)
          F#m                                       C#m 
 He was a troll, that shit got old, I made him doze off 
 
 (I made him, pew pew, baow, baow, baow, baow)
             F#m 
 Blood up on my shoes, now I'm tryna wash his soul off

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Original Key: C# 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]
 
  C#m                    F#m       C#m F#m C#m F#m 
 (Uno got the streets going crazy)

 (I told 'em PJ got them tracks)
  C#m                              F#m 
 Say something, spray something, I make it sound off
  C#m                            F#m                       C#m F#m C#m F#m 
 Draco hold a hunnid, I done knocked the whole crowd off
           F#m 
 (Yo Uzi, run that shit up)
 
 [VERSE ONE]
    C#m                              F#m 
 I don't need no nigga to vouch for me (Vouch for me), 
  F#m 
 my body count gon' speak (Baow, baow)
  C#m 
 Bitch tryna bring up opps, 
   F#m 
 I told that ho, "I don't speak Oppanese" (Bitch)
           C#m 
 She like, "Why you keep me 'round? 
        F#m 
 But it's the top and drop some knees (Gyeah, gyaeh, gyeah)
      C#m                              F#m 
 They want me in the cell, they tryna stop me like monopoly

 C#m                     F#m 
 Oh, oh, dissing in his feelings, I ain't trippin', 
          C#m 
 he just talk loud (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
          F#m                                         C#m 
 Pull up or a mil' up out the cell, it's just three eight ball
        F#m                                                  C#m 
 All my opps got bullet holes, you can ask them what that Drac' 'bout
                                                                 C#m 
 I'm not thrilling, I got bodies, so my bidness, you should stay out
 
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 [CHORUS]
     F#m                               C#m 
 I quit sipping the syrup, I can't doze off (I can't doze off)
  F#m                                      C#m 
 Choppa spittin', get to rippin' all the doors off (Doors off)
   F#m 
 He was a troll, that shit got old, 
            C#m 
 I made him doze off (I made him, pew pew, baow, baow, baow, baow)
               F#m                                 C#m
 Blood up on my shoes, now I'm tryna wash his soul off

  F#m                                C#m 
 I quit sipping the syrup, I can't doze off (I can't doze off)
  F#m                                      C#m 
 Choppa spittin', get to rippin' all the doors off (Doors off)
  F#m 
 He was a troll, that shit got old, 
            C#m 
 I made him doze off (I made him, pew pew, baow, baow, baow, baow)
    F#m                                          C#m 
 Blood up on my shoes, now I'm tryna wash his soul off

 [POST CHORUS]
 C#m                          F#m 
 Say something, spray something, I make it sound off
 C#m                                                    C#m   F#m 
 Draco hold a hunnid, I done knocked the whole crowd off
  C#m                     F#m 
 I don't really know what I'm doin' (Baow, baow), yeah
 
 [VERSE TWO]
             C#m                                  F#m 
 We get the drop, we on your ass, we make these niggas vacate (Baow, baow)
        C#m                                   F#m 
 Pop a nigga, do some time, we call that shit a vacay (We call that shit a vacay)
         C#m                           F#m 
 Choppa sing, make it ring, better call for mayday (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
            C#m                                  F#m 
 Catch 'em slippin', they go nuts 'cause they know it's payday (Brrr), wait

   C#m                   F#m                             C#m
 Oh, oh, they say it's money on my head, they on my coat tail (Yeah, yeah)
    F#m                                  C#m 
 Why you waiting? I got niggas at ya doorbell
         F#m                                 C#m 
 Yeah, I drop twenty, I drop thirty if it's smoke there
   F#m                                              C#m 
 Last time I checked, I think my youngin' took a soul there
 
 Australia.xemloibaihat.com

 [CHORUS]
    F#m                               C#m 
 I quit sipping the syrup, I can't doze off (I can't doze off)
   F#m                                      C#m 
 Choppa spittin', get to rippin' all the doors off (Doors off)
            F#m                                C#m 
 He was a troll, that shit got old, I made him doze off 
 
 (I made him, pew pew, baow, baow, baow, baow)
        F#m                                       C#m 
 Blood up on my shoes, now I'm tryna wash his soul off

 F#m                                    C#m
 I quit sipping the syrup, I can't doze off (I can't doze off)
  F#m                                       C#m 
 Choppa spittin', get to rippin' all the doors off (Doors off)
          F#m                                       C#m 
 He was a troll, that shit got old, I made him doze off 
 
 (I made him, pew pew, baow, baow, baow, baow)
             F#m 
 Blood up on my shoes, now I'm tryna wash his soul off

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