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Killadel Ryda, Black Wall Soldier chords by Cyssero

  • Em

  • D

  • C

  • Bm

    2
  • G

Verse 1
Em
I'm from
Killadelle, where them killers dwell
D
Em
Them hollow ponies jumpin' on me,
D
make that nigga yell
C
Cause nigga you will die,
Em
be glad that you alive
Bm
Cause I will dump this
Em
G
AR at your car while you inside
I'm
Em
Killadelle rider, black wall monster
Red rag affiliate, you started
I'ma finish it
Your lights, I'll be dimmin',
it's your life, just a movie
I'm the nigga with the
Uzi that'll shoot you at the end of it
Block, one shot, make it hot,
where your liver sit
You're givin' out doctor bills,
hope you got benefits
Philly's hat, black lover, tantem in it
G
Choppers under the shirt,
Em
put you under the earth
This my field, I put you under the turf
Two straps like the jumper,
I put them thumpers to work
That's the semi and the magnum
Dog, I ride hard like the
hemi and the magnum
Tip me,
I'ma blast him
Call me
Lucifer, aim for the roof on ya
With the shooter,
then I'm shootin' ya, b -b -b -booyah
I'm somethin' like a dime,
you nothin' like me
G
So you nothin' like the
Em
G, and you nothin' like the dime
I get the chips, hit the strip,
pumpin' out them dimes
Fiends cop a lot,
got the block jumpin' like
LeBron
You in the hood, bro, good coke,
have him pressin' ya
My coat got fiends sufferin'
right from anorexia
You pettyweight, I'm heavyweight,
heavy cake
At the jewelry shop,
see how many carats can my bezzy take
Big boy toy,
make noise but it's featherweight
G
Em
Pour lead on your forehead,
then your head'll break
Click and clap shots
If he try run the 40 cal, hit him doggie style,
give him back shots
I'm strapped high,
don't be flossin' with your change
I'll grip you up and stick you
up like charger to the game
Hit your face with the hawk,
start carving in my name
Your head's a garage for lead,
I'll park him in your brain, n***a
So try calling it quits, I aim using a scope
And I don't mean what
you gargle and spit
I'm still a napper clapper when
I'm off of the strip
Haters get shot so I can watch
them drop off of my dick
I'm in shep with the soft that I get,
whip it till it's rock
G
Em
Occus like a junk shot,
it's all in the wrist
Regardless,
I'm the hardest of the hardest at this
So whoever think they hard,
put them all against sis
You raw sweet, I'm small,
but I keep me a tall piece
I draw heat, dawg,
keep thinkin' it's all sweet
Naw, when it's on, I don't call peace
I'm on that ass like a pack of wolves
Outro 1
And you lookin' like raw meat
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