Wonder Why chords by ComptonAsstg

SimplifiedEm · Am · Bm · C

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Verse 1
Em 
Am 
Em 
Am 
F   .B. go crazy
Em 
Am 
Em 
F .B. produce all the heat
I wonder why
These niggas think that they
Am 
gon' catch me slippin'
Em 
No, I keep an eye
Been in the field,
Am 
you can tell I'm a gangster
Em 
You look in my eyes
These niggas fakin' ex
-nitches and bitches,
they real in disguise
Preach for these chains on my
neck on that set,
all my hitters gon' slide
Speakin' down on my gangs,
he got a death wish
He ain't goofy,
Am 
Em 
real troopers who I step with
Super soakers, man, it's chopstick,
I get him wet quick
I can bust for hours, long clips like Netflix
He don't know that feelin'
when it's wintertime,
but the heat on him
Lookin' through the scope of the
head like it's a peephole
Body dropped a hole in his head,
it's big enough to see through
Remember I was hungry,
snatchin' chains like I'm Debo
Before I'm with Rod,
gettin' the head off the peacoat
Get a lot of cash,
Bm 
you gotta keep it on the kilo
Em 
Smoke a lot of bud,
gotta buy about a kilo
Runnin' up a bank, that's
my motherfuckin' stelo
I why, I know why
These niggas think that they
gon' catch me slippin'
No, I keep a nine
Been in the field,
Am 
you can tell I'm a gangster
Em 
You look in my eyes
These niggas fakin' ex
-niches and bitches
They real in disguise
Preach for these chains
on my neck on the set
All my hitters gon' swipe
I'm sayin' shit,
these niggas scared to say
Pray God I ain't gotta bust
a nigga head today
Free the killers,
I gotta make another spread today
Boy, I swear you play with me,
you end up dead today
Don't play with me,
I keep a heater, bitch, you stay with me
Knew a couple of wise guys,
now they lay asleep
Come on my side,
thinkin' shit is sweet
Bought a new nine, gang,
slide on my intermediate
I've been a G, n***a,
I'm that n***a you pretend to be
I told you, I don't give a fuck if
you ain't feelin' me
I've been a G, n***a,
I'm that n***a you pretend to be
I told you, I don't give a fuck
if you ain't feelin'
Wonder why, these n****s
think that they gon' catch me
C 
Em 
Slippin', no, I keep a nine
Been in the field,
you can tell I'm a gangster
You look in my eyes,
These n****s fakin'
Am 
They snitches and bitches,
Em 
they real in disguise
Reach for these chains
on my neck on that set
All my hitters gon' slide
Am 