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Freestyle chords by Sheek Louch

  • D

  • F#m

    2
  • E

  • Em

  • A

  • Bm

    2
Verse 1
D
Jump out the rover n***a
F#m
Hoodie on back to carrying
them things
D
Summers over n***a I clap my shit,
E
Em
just copped a
GT
F#m
Album bout to drop, bout to rap my shit
D
They gon' see me way upstate
Sheek
E
Looch after taxes
F#m
D
GU not on the plate
Em
The crack is beige, the wine is aged
A
F#m
The yak is strong, the barrel's long
D
F#m
Cheek show these lil niggas ass like thong
A
F#m
D
I ain't spit that shit to get this whip
Yo
Em
Vance I made that with just this trip
A
F#m
Next trip I'm saving my dough
D
I already know the hip -hop
police sit and study my flow
Em
F#m
So I throw em off, play the golf course,
D
disappear like ants
Em
Yellow 4 with the polo plaid pants
E
F#m
And every since
New
Orleans
I been coming through
D
Queens
Bm
Copping weed and crazy blunts
F#m
Word is
Curtis
Raxxon ain't seen you once
D
Diamond up, back with bad boy,
Em
F#m
reminiscing
Me and
Big, both
Bacardi, lime and duff
D
They say I'm too sick for the new school,
F#m
I can't attend classes
D
So I just build with the masters
Red monkey jeans,
E
Belushi glasses
F#m
Me just sittin' there,
cause some crashes
D
Chic, a rare breed
F#m
They don't understand what I'm doin'
there with some sunflower seeds
D
Em
Ten tennin, army coat, no linen
A
F#m
Durag, but not for my
head to be spinnin'
D
They sayin' what the streets
been missin'
A
Drop walk with me,
F#m
but that was just for the streets to listen
D
November 8th,
Em
I'm comin' back like the grave
E
F#m
Ya bitch niggas y 'all ain't safe,
let's go
D
You see the pictures I paint, son
F#m
E
If I ain't the king of
F#m
New
York, then it ain't one
D
Just tell me who fuckin' won it
E
And you can put somethin' on it
F#m
I'm in the 06
D
Supercharged with nothin' on it
Mad hot, to have is to have not
A
F#m
My crack spot is
Pro
D
Tools on my laptop
E
Much cheaper than the
Em
Carter, it's affordable
E
F#m
I ain't never gotta infiltrate,
cause it's portable
D
The
Trey 5 -7 is chrome
A
If any big niggas is with me,
F#m
they just came home
D
Yeah, either way,
E
Em
I'ma pop that 9
E
Call him 40
F#m
Cent now, cause he dropped that dime
D
And he got me kinda jammed up right now
A
E
I can't lie, but I don't know
F#m
D
Toe, his black ass, he can't die
E
Em
The other day I made 40 in a hour
A
Fuck in the studio, I'm
F#m
Barry
Gordy with the powder
D
Bm
F#m
A
Uh, no retreat, no sur render I'm at the juice bar,
D
Armageddon's in the blender
E
Em
Nah, yeah, gettin' ready for the winter
A
E
Sweatsuit weather,
F#m
some reason I shoot better
D
Carry the big gats and leave
E
the scene real fuckin' nasty
F#m
Like chocolate milk after a
Big
D
Mac, yeah I'm on my
E
Em
CEO shit right now
E
Till this underhanded
F#m
politics shit pipe down
D
Feel me?
Shoutouts to the medium
and maxes
A
D
November 8th, sheek looch after taxes
E
One
A
F#m
N/A
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