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Block party chords by Hit-boy

  • Am

  • F

  • Cm

    3
  • C#

    4
  • C#m

    4
  • Gbm

    2
  • Db

    4
  • Dbm

    4
  • B

    2
  • Ebm

    6
  • C

  • G

  • Eb

    6
  • F#m

    2
  • D

Intro 1
Am
Verse 1
Am
Anybody cross that intersection
gettin' T -Bone
Shorty OML talkin' to me in a sweet tone
She a messy eater,
got my meat on her cheekbone
F
Am
And we don't do cheap champagne,
bust open the clinko
I can't sign that shit, add another zero
My dog in the cut, blasted up like a Latino
Tool on him like he work at home
F
Am
I'm a creature, I'm a animal,
throw me on that G .O., ayy
My heart code is Michigan,
50 in the trunk, 101,
playin' mini -med, ayy
I'm just a real n***a with some discipline,
F
if it's up to me,
Am
pops won't never touch a brick again,
ayy
How can I call you my brother?
I know a set of twins
who don't even trust each other, damn
I never put my faith in no man,
cause I'm Godbody
F
Am
Hate a ho playin' on my phone,
Cm
F
Am
join the block party
F
Am
Gas, break, dip type shit
F
Take a flight,
Am
spinnin' like ten on my bitch
They ain't even flexin',
F
I'm just sayin' what it is
Am
F
Am
Break, dip, gas
Gotta keep a cutter for the
F
snakes in the grass
Am
Niggas switchin' up,
but I'm seein' through the mice
V12 in the lil' case,
I gotta do the dash
When the pimps in the crib, ma
They throwin' ass in the kitchen,
makin' tic -tacs
Starin' at the stones and my
money flip -flops
F
I can't take her serious, she a big bop
Am
They want pill pop, we just pop bands
When I say this,
I ain't talkin' bout the dance
Squabble up,
let's really see if you got hands
I'm in control,
F
got the power and the plan
Niggas fail to understand,
Am
I can't fall for no sob story
That's how you get blocked,
shorty, niggas drop dimes
I go in the store and drop 40,
think they need to call Maury
F
Bitch, I'm not the father,
don't hit me if you need to hold
Nothin', that's on mamas,
Am
they can't even hold
up they end of the bargain
I ain't never takin' niggas
for they word again
Rather die from a dirty bullet
than a dirty bitch
F
I'm in love with these eight figures
Am
I've been flirtin' with
I'm in love with these A -figures
I've been flirting with
N****s
thought they seen the best in me,
but they ain't seen shit
2026, they won't be able to reach here
F
C#
Join the block party
C#m
Sheesh, ayy, Brian Kidd,
C#
Am
Gbm
this shit go way back
Db
This ain't no pad on the back,
I stole a program
Dbm
B
Ebm
Dbm
Db
Dirty like crack plug -ins,
C
G
T -Money with the pack,
Gbm
he just got buzzed in
Dbm
Db
Told that lil' bitch, run it in,
Dom K with me,
Eb
C#
got a friend for a friend
C#m
C#
I'ma spend what I spend,
C
back with the dawgs,
Am
F#m
C#
goin' Benz on Ben z
C#m
Fuck you on Rolls -on -Rolls, 2026,
Eb
better up your goals
C#
Seen the boys come
through the dark at night,
C
Am
F#m
treat it like fishing, better up your pole
C#
Devil in the details, up your soul,
Eb
Db
Cut it, homie, I can't cut shit close
We dominating, go 98,
Gbm
Shaq in the post
Db
Call a mortuary, tell them,
Eb
pick up all my old homies
Dbm
Cause they really dead to me,
Db
please don't call my phone
Db
C
Db
We block so many hoes,
Eb
I should hit the field, I'm like a goalie
Db
I'm right at the crib
with a skeezy hoe,
she blowin' on me
Cake in my pocket, I kick back and pop it
And I know they sick for it,
cause they couldn't stop shit
They couldn't stop shit,
yeah they can't stop shit
D
Db
They couldn't stop shit,
Db
they can't stop shit
Db
Dbm
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