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Original Key: C# Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 85
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
c h o r d  z o n e . o r g
 [INTRO]


 . 
 
  C#m        D            C#m
 (Wait hol' up, This ABeats)
                           D 
 (Ain't that DJ Chose over there? Look like DJ Chose)
   C#m 
 Come with that motherfuckin' bag, we gon' get you together
   D 
 I'ma tell you
   C#m 
 On my mama and yours
     D 
 Ayy  Dolo, we shootin' outside


 [VERSE] 
          C#m                                    D 
 First grade, was to myself, I never liked to play
                         C#m 
 Woke up, grabbed the stick like, "Who gon' die today?"
            D                     C#m 
 When it come to murder, I don't hesitate
     C#m                 D 
 I was in that bottom just the other day
         C#m 
 You niggas rap 'bout kids, I'm [?], bring out that yellow tape

           C#m                             D
 Put his feet up in the air, that's what Osama say
                   C#m                               D 
 Dissin' on the 'net, I'm tryna see how many your [?] take
                   C#m                             D 
 Every time they comе around, we treat it like a holiday
                 C#m                                     D 
 Aimin' for his hеad, took off a ear, he ain't listen anyway

                          C#m                                   D 
 I might pop out in your section with my weapon, ain't no checkin' in
                   C#m                                   D 
 All the killers give me my respect, they know I get it in
                         C#m                                           D 
 Ain't nothin' on this bitch, I need her mouth, I tell her, "Get it right" (Get it right)
                   C#m                                   D 
 Clutchin' on my stick all up in class, you can ask FunnyMike

                       C#m                                D 
 Ain't gotta rep on bodies, bitch, I got 'em, if you know you know
                     C#m                                 D 
 Pull up, servin' niggas door to door, we just like Domino's
                     C#m                         D 
 And I know what to do when pussy niggas wanna do the most
                       C#m                                 D 
 Heat 'em, just like strippers, drop a bag, they shakin' by they toes

                  C#m                                    D 
 Like to spend a ten, if I wanna her bad, I'll prolly spend a dub
                    C#m                                      D 
 Trollin' on the 'Gram to get some fame, that nigga die for a buzz
               C#m                                      D 
 Last time we heard him speak, he said he'd come and wipe my nose
                  C#m                              D 
 They ain't even cry about that nigga since his funeral (Turn me up)

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 [CHORUS]
       C#m                D 
 It go grrah, what that switch do
   C#m                          D 
 Pick your partner up, he a tissue
         C#m                  D 
 It go grrah, what that switch do
  C#m                      D 
 Pick your dawg up, he a tissue

 C#m               D 
 Grrah, what that switch do
 C#m                        D 
 Pick your dad up, he a tissue (Pick your mans up)
  C#m              D 
 Grrah, what that switch do
   C#m                        D 
 Pick your cousin up, he 
 a tissue (Pick your mans up)
        C#m
 It go grrah, what that switch do
   C#m                          D
 Pick your partner up, he a tissue
         C#m
 It go grrah, what that switch do
   C#m                       D
 Pick your dawg up, he a tissue
 
 [OUTRO]

 What you mean, Gucci slippers in here?

 Only nigga in the penitentiary with the red Gucci slides, 
 
 man, that ain't Blood shit, man

 Wait hold up, man, that's Gucci's, man

 Come, come with that motherfuckin' bag, we gon' get you together

 I'ma tell you

 On my mama and yours

 From now on, I got hella investments

 Let's go, let's go, let's go

 War time

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Original Key: C# Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 85
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
c h o r d  z o n e . o r g
 [INTRO]


 . 
 
  C#m        D            C#m
 (Wait hol' up, This ABeats)
                           D 
 (Ain't that DJ Chose over there? Look like DJ Chose)
   C#m 
 Come with that motherfuckin' bag, we gon' get you together
   D 
 I'ma tell you
   C#m 
 On my mama and yours
     D 
 Ayy  Dolo, we shootin' outside


 [VERSE] 
          C#m                                    D 
 First grade, was to myself, I never liked to play
                         C#m 
 Woke up, grabbed the stick like, "Who gon' die today?"
            D                     C#m 
 When it come to murder, I don't hesitate
     C#m                 D 
 I was in that bottom just the other day
         C#m 
 You niggas rap 'bout kids, I'm [?], bring out that yellow tape

           C#m                             D
 Put his feet up in the air, that's what Osama say
                   C#m                               D 
 Dissin' on the 'net, I'm tryna see how many your [?] take
                   C#m                             D 
 Every time they comе around, we treat it like a holiday
                 C#m                                     D 
 Aimin' for his hеad, took off a ear, he ain't listen anyway

                          C#m                                   D 
 I might pop out in your section with my weapon, ain't no checkin' in
                   C#m                                   D 
 All the killers give me my respect, they know I get it in
                         C#m                                           D 
 Ain't nothin' on this bitch, I need her mouth, I tell her, "Get it right" (Get it right)
                   C#m                                   D 
 Clutchin' on my stick all up in class, you can ask FunnyMike

                       C#m                                D 
 Ain't gotta rep on bodies, bitch, I got 'em, if you know you know
                     C#m                                 D 
 Pull up, servin' niggas door to door, we just like Domino's
                     C#m                         D 
 And I know what to do when pussy niggas wanna do the most
                       C#m                                 D 
 Heat 'em, just like strippers, drop a bag, they shakin' by they toes

                  C#m                                    D 
 Like to spend a ten, if I wanna her bad, I'll prolly spend a dub
                    C#m                                      D 
 Trollin' on the 'Gram to get some fame, that nigga die for a buzz
               C#m                                      D 
 Last time we heard him speak, he said he'd come and wipe my nose
                  C#m                              D 
 They ain't even cry about that nigga since his funeral (Turn me up)

 Australia.xemloibaihat.com

 [CHORUS]
       C#m                D 
 It go grrah, what that switch do
   C#m                          D 
 Pick your partner up, he a tissue
         C#m                  D 
 It go grrah, what that switch do
  C#m                      D 
 Pick your dawg up, he a tissue

 C#m               D 
 Grrah, what that switch do
 C#m                        D 
 Pick your dad up, he a tissue (Pick your mans up)
  C#m              D 
 Grrah, what that switch do
   C#m                        D 
 Pick your cousin up, he 
 a tissue (Pick your mans up)
        C#m
 It go grrah, what that switch do
   C#m                          D
 Pick your partner up, he a tissue
         C#m
 It go grrah, what that switch do
   C#m                       D
 Pick your dawg up, he a tissue
 
 [OUTRO]

 What you mean, Gucci slippers in here?

 Only nigga in the penitentiary with the red Gucci slides, 
 
 man, that ain't Blood shit, man

 Wait hold up, man, that's Gucci's, man

 Come, come with that motherfuckin' bag, we gon' get you together

 I'ma tell you

 On my mama and yours

 From now on, I got hella investments

 Let's go, let's go, let's go

 War time

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