Cliff Hanger chords by Otm

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Em
Am
F#dim
D
F#m
F

Verse 1
Em 
Am 
F#dim 
I'm
Em 
Mike Tyson
with this Street Sweep
Though I've stung him on B .I .L.
Am 
But if he float like a butterfly
and sting like a bee
I'ma leave his Roman noodles
in the street as we speak
Em 
Gang in there mad to chastise him
Am 
Em 
This last cannon was my best buy
Am 
Dove kicks when I stepped on him
Tell God save a bear
for me coming soon
Em 
I   keep street sweeps at
Mainling and Sooyoung,
they both for my backseat
tongue wrestling
Am 
I'm thinkin' threesomes,
D 
old dead white people,
Am 
you can't find a way to fill up my pockets
then you can beat it
Em 
You know the Stinks run LA,
he got chip freed all night
Excellent, bark choked him
like the Simpsons is playing
D 
Has anyone else heard the dispatcher say,
F#m 
he    try to run and it's all for his legs?
Em 
The roller of these 10mms
is rippin' through him
They say, Draco,
you ever thought about
making Christian music?
F#m 
Blind in my necklaces,
Em 
glitterin' when I strike them
F#m 
He    in the water, he's a Pisces,
F#dim 
Em 
he drown    too
Am 
D 
Bitch, I'm not a truffle.
Am 
He  in there with Dory and Finding Nemo.
Em 
I   carry street sweeps and head sticks.
He this the muscle on what happened,
that's a cliffhanger.
Am 
Let's play ball in the field,
I really bliss, niggas.
I see his brains on the wall,
get the dispatch.
Em 
Devil deckers for a sneak dish,
I'm talking.
A gang of track runners,
bullets for the hawk.
Am 
We can't fuck a rat,
D 
snakes are no possums.
Am 
It's doomsday,
it's dark copes in our plaza.
Em 
99 niggas beggin' for these problems
A very bad day, he died
in his impalas
F#m 
D 
Sweepstakes, come and take a gamble
Do we want it?
F#m 
Come and box   with it
Show me how them stocks work
Em 
Nigga, you ain't shot nothin'
With the bluffin', put them chops down
Peek -a -boo, take a reach
Nigga, I just chip -swiped
F#m 
D 
How that  nigga gettin' all that clout?
He's a dick -rider
F#dim 
Somebody     wiped my new
F#m 
Roller, I just pimped on it
Em 
We  too gritty for the dough, we
pullin' all nighters
They say MMA,
bro, we ain't fistfightin'
F#dim 
D 
Niggas ain't really what     they say,
so do it really matter?
F#dim 
Nah, really,
F#m 
it just mean he finna strip fast
Em 
Gettin' disrespectful,
see a hop,
I'm finna spit on him
Chop made him do a somersault
and he flip forward
F#m 
D 
I     mean backwards, comin' down,
he's a coward
F#dim 
Backstab our      snitch,
F#m 
talk the type of shit we don't allow him
Em 
I stink tan,
niggas know what's goin' on
He put a K after that,
I'm droppin' hunnids, blowin' domes
F#m 
F#dim 
The beef, don't try to postpone it
D 
Y  'all don't really want it
F#m 
Nig   gas keep on whackin'
like they with it
I'ma really show him,
Em 
rip to my opponent
He's no longer
Ain't no happy enders,
chopper had to blow
F#m 
D 
Drive it    like it's stolen, hit a hunnid,
got the mud spillin'
F#dim 
F#m 
Ain't no average shows, only killers
and some thugs with us
Em 
A couple guns with us,
with extendos,
who won't smoke with us?
Who that nigga starin'?
I don't know, just another victim
F#dim 
D 
Another brand beef on street sweeps,
you know he's supervillain
F#dim 
F#m 
Ain't    no peace, trick with us
once you make it official
Em 
I ain't tryna talk, it ain't beneficial
I'm paranoid,
mama ask me why I'm rippin' pistols
F#m 
Am 
Fam   ous in the hood,
D 
I know niggas out there wanna chip me
F#dim 
F#m 
You      know I keep that shit on me,
don't be out consider
Em 
Take a   chance, it's risky,
just know that we can take it there
Soft ass nigga,
you still cuddlin' with teddy bears?
F#m 
F#dim 
D 
Pullin' up in four dark coats,
we ain't playin' fair
F#m 
I know we doin' somethin',
why we hangin' around some
Em 
Am 
F#dim 
mil lionaires?
I know he's doing some right,
Am 
Em 
but then...
Am 
Bitches. Yeah, my bad. Hey.
Em 
Just another day of fucking niggas over.
I need some money,
I just spent it all on blowers.
Am 
You got your gun,
but you'll probably pull it slower.
Got up on him,
made him show his true emotions.
Em 
Cut the funny business,
tough rappers runnin' from us
Bet we get up on him first,
he say he comin' for us
Am 
I'm off the muscle,
F#dim 
niggas trip     pin',
Am 
think they up  to somethin'
F 
Am 
I  think this bummy nigga mad,
Em 
cause he ain't up there with us
Dancin' on the scoreboard,
I'm in love with women
Niggas gay, if they ain't gang,
then it's fucked up
F#m 
D 
Yeah, this goofy nigga talkin' loud,
but who guns is bigger?
F#dim 
You ain't livin' like that,
F#m 
niggas, you done pretendin'
Em 
This a heaven -sender,
God know I can't play with niggas
Try to run up on my whip,
F#m 
I bet this Draco hit him
Want the money,
D 
I don't want no conversation with him
F#m 
It's  just a shame that he broke,
I don't hate the nigga
Em 
Keep it player, baby,
we can kick it, I can't save her
Niggas weird,
I ain't doin' niggas favors
F#m 
F#dim 
D 
F#m 
He's no longer,  Chop told him, you later
In a while, Crocodile ripped
him up like alligators
Em 
Demons with me, pitchforks out for haters
I be chillin', I be tryna chase
F#m 
the paper off the muscle
D 
Too greedy, we got all these
niggas mad as fuck
F#dim 
F#m 
Ain't    post no real money yet,
I'm still addin' it up
Em 
Show these rappers
what this shit supposed to look like
Walked by his bitch drippin',
Louis made her look twice
F#m 
D 
Em 
Seen  that nigga mean mug gin',
now he wanna lie
F#m 
Mad   cause I'm hangin'
with some niggas
he got booked by
Em 
You don't got that shit on,
you just look fly
Ain't shit happen overnight,
this shit took time
F#m 
D 
Say goodbye, niggas weak,
niggas half a turn
F#m 
I'm   with some killers
with more bodies than Astroworld
Em 
I'm too greedy,
why the fuck would I be friends with niggas?
Off the muscle,
why the fuck would I depend on niggas?
F#dim 
Heavy    steppin' in my fit,
this some expensive denim
Niggas always actin'
F#m 
like some bitches,
I don't mix with niggas
Em 
Doe knockin', 49er tryna strike for gold
I heard they askin' bout that body,
but nobody knows
F#m 
He's  a average Joe anyway,
D 
bro, it doesn't matter
F#m 
F#dim 
7     .62's comin',
F#m 
he won't even see it happen
Em 
Niggas know who run this shit,
let's just keep it a hunnid
Nigga dissin' on the gang,
he kickin' the buck
F#m 
F#dim 
Independent nig      gas from the city,
turn nothin' to somethin'
F#m 
Em 
For the win,  it ain't up for discussion
You know the truth, son, it spilled it
I ain't goin' back and forth
with marks, bloggers, posers
Am 
D 
None of that, nigga, yeah
All that, nigga, yeah
Em 
All these heifers, pfft, pfft, pfft
On the playback, yeah
Nigga, got his homies
lookin' dumbfounded
Bro, why you say that?
You know the truth