Stake Sauce chords by French Montana, Max b

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Verse 1
Am
Coke Wave
Dm
Am
Dm
Damn
Am
Uh, yeah
Dm
Coke wavy season
Am
Boss Don, French
Let's go
C
Yeah,
Verse 2
Dm
I'm in that
Am
ghetto everyday
And ever since this little beef
I tote that metal everyday
C
Dm
Em
In the industry till the ghetto look at me,
Am
ask "What's wave?"
Baby so come and play
Dm
I got that
Verse 3
Dm
Am
Uh, yeah
Dm
Coke wavy season
Am
Boss Don, French
Let's go
Dm
Am
Yeah,
Verse 4
Dm
I'm in that
Am
ghetto everyday
And ever since this little beef
I tote that metal everyday
C
Dm
Am
Dm
In the industry till the ghetto look at me,
Em
Am
ask "What's wave?"
Baby so come and play
Verse 5
Dm
I got that Henny mixed with Coke
Am
Got that Cliquot mixed with ice
They just put me on the line,
C
Dm
and my freethrow lookin' nice
Am
I was born and raised in the ghetto
(Born and raised baby)
Bm
Am
Yeah
Verse 6
Dm
Am
I'm heavy B, cock that Desert E
C
Crusing in that Beamer like I'm 70
Dm
20 miles an hour in a 50 zone just
Em
Am
so you can see me go
My mayo right,
Bm
C
Am
lookin' at all that tailpipe
Dm
Put it up on that scale right,
Am
bet it come back Even Steves
These bitches best believe in me
C
When I tell em
Dm
"Baby let me take you out this ghetto
Am
that you livin' in"
Biggaveli bout his Benjamins, send em in
Dm
Make em suck and fuck them dicks,
Am
lately I don't trust them tricks
Hit me up, let's stay the night,
pimpin' was my way of life
Slippin' and I paid the price
Left my bitch alone and let her roam
She's a thousand miles
away from home
Dm
Sittin' with this guilt tryna cope the pain
Am
Milk, tryna rope the game
Record labels is now focusing
Dm
On the weak shit y'all provide so
Am
my son for he can listen to
Bigga speak the truth,
C
Dm
I ain't dissin' you, listen boo
Verse 7
Dm
Am
Yeah, I'm in that ghetto everyday
And ever since this little beef
I tote that metal everyday
C
Dm
In the industry till the ghetto look at me,
Am
ask "What's wave?"
Baby so come and play
Verse 8
Dm
I got that Henny mixed with Coke
Am
Got that Cliquot mixed with ice
They just put me on the line,
C
Dm
and my freethrow lookin' nice
Am
I was born and raised in the ghetto
Verse 9
Dm
Hit him if he actin' up,
Am
bread I be stackin' up
Work I be baggin' up,
C
homie that's what I do
Dm
Young boys duckin' feds,
Am
niggas comin' for ya head
16, one in the head,
Bm
Dm
C
Dm
homie that's what I do
In the hood I was born and raised
Bm
Am
Homie ghetto bound, life is a bitch,
Bm
C
Dm
I'm tryna settle down
Am
Them metal rounds gon' hit ya up,
split ya up
Paramedics get ya up,
C
coke boys fix ya up
Dm
Welcome to the hood, to the corners,
Am
backblocks
Niggas foamin' out the mouth,
Bm
C
Dm
lookin' for a jackpot
A silverback ape
Em
Am
Cop it when it's here,
Dm
in a drought I be sellin' back weight
Bm
Am
We got the streets, steak sauce
Bm
C
Dm
We on top of beef, a whole lotta heat
Am
We never sleep, homie I'm Ray Charles
I ain't gotta see,
C
Dm
nigga we got the streets
Verse 10
Damn, these niggas is runnin' the streets
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