Ill chords by Young Dolph & Key Glock
Verse 1
Am
Em
Let the band play
Verse 2
Am
Ay, I'm one ill as s lil' nigga and
Em
I don't know no one iller
Am
Yeah, I ran up my figures,
Em
I made them fuck niggas bitter
Am
I hang with killers and dealers,
Em
you niggas nothin' but pretenders
Am
Yeah, my bank account got bigger
Em
and this shit still getting realer
Ay, what's up,
Am
flipper? (what's up?)
Em
Let me holler at these folks,
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Verse 3
Glock
(What we on?)
Am
On some
Verse 4
UGK shit right now, boy,
Em
ain't nobody triller (nobody)
Am
Put your faith in the preacher,
C
Em
I put my faith in my vacuum sealer (hey)
Am
Crack the seal on a new pint,
Em
C
mix it up like a bartender (pour up)
Am
God made me a street nigga, in the trap,
Em
I'm the bishop (yeah)
Am
Born with drugs in
Verse 5
my system (yeah)
Em
I got too much charisma (yeah)
Am
Pull up at the trap to get some gas
Em
Man, I need a fill up (strong)
Am
Grandma said, "Boy,
you ain't got no friends"
Em
C
And I still remember (fuck 'em all)
Am
Em
Every time she see me, she wanna slide
Am
down my pole (pole)
Em
Every week I'm in the jewelry store buyin'
Am
some more (ice)
VVS's dancing around my throat
C
Em
(throat), woah (woah)
Am
I told her just keep on sucking it until she choke,
Em
Am
she said, "Oh" (oh)
Em
Go, go,
Verse 6
Am
go, go, go, go, go (go)
Em
'Til you can't no more
Am
Bitch, I'ma get this dough
Em
until a nigga get it gone
Am
I rock a lot of gold and I'll rock you
Em
with that chrome (yeah)
Am
I just rocked the show and now
I'm finna rock your hoe
Em
Am
Tell me have you seen the G.O.A.T. ridin'
Em
the coupe and smokin' dope?
Am
Ask your bitch, I bet she know who
that pullin' up in that two door
Em
Am
Yeah, Glizzock, that's for sure,
hold up, that young nigga cold
Em
Am
I'm so cold, I'll have your nose running,
C
bitch, I been road running
Em
Am
I got new and old money, bitch,
I got loads of it
C
Am
I'm hotter than four ovens, bitch,
C
you niggas so buggin' (bitch)
Em
Am
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah (bitch)
You niggas so buggin'
C
Am
We on some
Verse 7
UGK shit right now, boy,
Em
Am
Em
ain't nobody triller (nobody)
Am
Put your faith in the preacher,
Em
I put my faith in my vacuum sealer (hey)
Am
Crack the seal on a new pint,
Em
Am
mix it up like a bartender (pour up)
God made me a street nigga, in the trap,
Em
I'm the bishop (yeah)
C
Am
We on some Three 6 shit
Verse 8
right now, bitch,
Em
I'm a real sizzurp sipper
Am
You put your trust up in that bitch and
Em
don't even trust your nigga
Am
We blowin' dope straight out the bowl,
Em
we smoking hard like a chimney
Am
Yeah, bitch, I know you remember,
I'm still one ill ass lil' nigga
C
Am
I wake up and take my
Em
meds because I'm ill (ill)
Am
I pump weight in the traphouse, not
Em
the gym (the gym)
C
Am
I ain't never had no patience,
Em
I need my money pronto (now)
Am
Got more cars than I can drive but feel like
Em
I want one more (just one more)
Am
Got this lil' white bitch with supersized tit
Em
Am
ties like CoCo (yeah, yeah)
Nigga, I pour lean in my iced
Em
tea (dirty, dirty)
Am
Em
Whole lot of ice on my white
tee (yeah, yeah)
Am
Em
Don't none of you monkey hoes excite
Am
me (bitch, please)
Diamond chains and some
C
Em
gangster Nikes
Am
Am
Yeah, I fucked your wifey twice,
Em
B (damn)
Am
She said she never seen a nigga
C
Em
like me (it'sDolph)
Am
Baby boy, quit cryin' to these hoes
Em
like Tyrese (cry baby)
Am
Me and my niggas so close, yeah,
C
Em
we like Siamese (twins)
Am
I stanked up the whole neighborhood
Em
with some loud trees (woo)
Am
Old lady next door talkin' 'bout,
C
Em
"Turn that down please" (ues, ma'am)
Am
Bitches love my blue teeth, they be like,
Em
"Can you smile, please" (hahaha)
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Young Dolph & Key Glock
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