Wake Up chords by Def Cut

SimplifiedEm · Bm · Am

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Intro 1

Verse 1
Em 
Wake up  (E minor) straight to the
Gwop, open up the safe, fill it up to the top
Hop in the coupe, skirt off from the lot
Talkin' bout cash and you know I got a lot
Bm 
 (B minor) Wake up straight to a thot,
so you know I wake up straight to the top
Got a real bad bitch,
she the cream of the crop
Ain't no lackey, you know I keep it glock
Em 
We pull up in  (E minor) coupe, drop in the roof
Ain't no lockin',
I'ma keep my two
Designing my drip,
ain't know I'm the shit
Hatin' on me, nigga,
Bm 
I can fuck your bitch  (B minor) I   just woke up to a real big bag
I ain't got a gun,
Em 
I'ma put her in the  (E minor) stash
Bm 
 (B minor) I'ma up the score, I ain't comin' in live
She shot me in the whip and
I almost crashed
Em 
 (E minor) Heard you fuckin' with the
Osh, nigga
I think he right there, spin the block,
Bm 
nigga I don't play with these niggas, I take a nigga's  (B minor) soul
Em 
Bm 
I'ma  (E minor) send him to the  (B minor) top, nigga I'm fightin' these demons,
they know that I'm crazy
They say that I'm wild in the head I'm callin' these blues,
this shit is so sticky
I wake up, get straight to the brick
Em 
Wake  (E minor) up straight to the guap
Open up the safe, fill it up to the top
Hop in a coupe, skirt off from the lot
Talkin' bout cash and you
Bm 
know I got  (B minor) a lot
Wake up straight to a thot, so you know I
wake up straight to the top
Got a real bad bitch, she the cream of the
crop
Em 
Ain't no lackey, you  (E minor) know I keep a
Glock
Wake up straight to the bank,
got all the blue cheese, you know this shit stink
I wake up all in my bag, I don't even got a boast,
Bm 
I don't even got a  (B minor) brag
Lil' n***a don't touch,
don't reach, don't grab
N***a probably get
slapped real quick
with the jab
N***a keep poppin' that shit on the gram,
but they talkin' bout bands they ain't never
ever had
Em 
 (E minor) Look, they sayin' I'm selfish,
and I'm gettin'
All these diamonds,
you know that I'm meltin'
There ain't too many youngin'
that's wealthy
Bm 
No more  (B minor) noodles,
a n***a ain't healthy
Make it count, I'm jumpin' trampoline
And I never let a bitch get in between
What I got goin' with my team,
I'm chasin' my dream
Em 
Wake  (E minor) up straight to the
Gwop
Open up the safe, fill it up to the top
Hop in the coupe, skirt off from the lot
Talkin' bout cash and you know I got a lot
Bm 
 (B minor) Wake up straight to a thot
So you know I wake up
straight to the top
Got a real bad bitch,
she the cream of the crop
Ain't no lackin', you know I keep it
Em 
Bm 
Em 
Bm 
 (E minor) Glock  (B minor)  (E minor)  (B minor) 
Em 
the  (E minor) 