Bop chords by YoungBoy Never Broke Again

SimplifiedEm · Am · C · G · D

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Intro 1

Verse 1
(Just
run that bitch, Malik)
Em 
Look, look
My brother Big E
Am 
He keep that chopper on his shoulder
(he keep that chop)
Em 
Oh, he a soldier (oh, he'll pop
a nigga)
My brother 3Three (baow)
Am 
He get the drop so I can fold ya (oh, that
beat bangin', nigga)
Em 
I thought I told ya

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Verse 2
Hold on, my wife not mine
Am 
Got diamonds on and that'll blind ya
Pussy nigga, I been grindin',
Em 
I been shinin'
I done fucked my bag up (huh), and
I ain't scared to tell nobody
Am 
Em 
I'm gon' have another sixty Ms in my
pocket 'fore next year end
Play with Top, way quick, they pop your
Am 
top, know they get killed, man
Em 
Am 
Em 
Got her out her top, your bitch a
bop, gone off that santan
Got no time for these hoes pussy poppin',
Am 
where my money, man?
Em 
Know the FBI been tryna stop me,
I need VPN
C 
Bitch better quit that poppin' 'fore you fuck around,
Em 
Am 
get your mans spinned
G 
Em 
Know my youngin poppin', bitch, I
cut up like a madman
Am 
Outside, bitch, we poppin', bitch, we pop pin',
spin that Yeat again
G 
Hit your block with switches,
Em 
then we repeat like a ceiling fan
Am 
We fill up at Conoco, walk 'round with that Calico,
Em 
we got all type of poles
'Fore I blast you, strike a pose,
bitch, watch your soul go
Am 
Strike him with this bitch, that
Em 
cutter flashin' like T Romo
Cut up like my daddy,
Am 
bitch, Montana kill you, you want smoke
Bitch, float your boat,
you better not choke, boy, you a ho
Em 
Bitch, we gon' beat the last side, we're still together,
that's how that go
Am 
R.I.P. Dump,
now I done seen this once before
Em 
D 
Em 
Yeah, ain't no problem, I say

Verse 3
My brother Big E
Am 
He keep that chopper on his shoulder
Em 
Oh, he a soldier
My brother 3Three
Am 
He get the drop so I can fold ya
Em 
Am 
I thought I told ya
Em 
Y'all boys want beef
Am 
We catch you slippin' and we dome ya
Em 
We walk down on ya, look

Verse 4
Hit the bitch in his face like back to back
Am 
They won't realize him and that's facts
We turn your son into a
Em 
pack, we blew his noggin
Bitch, this gravedigger mode,
Am 
C 
I can't wait for Stunna Island
Em 
Am 
I'm recordin' right now, do a song,
Em 
and bitch, it's perfect stimulizin'
They won't put that pistol on me,
Am 
they use papers to decline me
Bitch, I'm thuggin', I'll send them
G 
Em 
slimes to fuck up your whole cli mate
She was fucked up, buy her a sugar
C 
Em 
bag and I won't tell nobody
Am 
He was fucked up 'bout that sugar
Em 
bag, couldn't pay his hit deposit
Play with me, but Meechy got me
bad, so I gotta call up Brasi
Am 
He still fucked up, he wan' talk 'bout
Em 
ads and how he beat up pockets
After all I see, I got this, my watch
glisten, they gon' watch this
Am 
I been thinkin' I might need to go put
Em 
caskets on my eyelids
Earlobes got shovels,
and my G- Wag' got that B in it
Am 
Step inside my lane, best come with pain, bitch,
Em 
you get beat it
Weekends, I need my paper strong, wife
Am 
need to hit Spain for a weekend
Bitch, find a plug around, don't
Em 
come back home until we deep in
I ain't nowhere good, you're
gone
Am 
I need you back, don't do no creepin'
These niggas holdin' me down,
Em 
I need to find me another rich friend
Shit, I need to sell some hitmans
Am 
Get contracts changed to con trast
Em 
No, you couldn't stand up to that four- five, you died,
you stupid dumbass
On my side, you get no pass
Am 
Tote big fires with green flags
We hop out, better run fast
Em 
Nigga, yeah
Am 
My brother Big E He

Verse 5
Em 
C 
Am 
keep that chopper on his shoulder
Em 
Oh, he a soldier
My brother 3Three
Am 
He get the drop so I can fold ya
Em 
I thought I told ya, yeah