Chords for A$AP Ferg - Let It Bang ft. ScHoolboy Q
Tempo:
86.3 bpm
Chords used:
C#m
G#
C
Em
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Shit [C] like that, you know.
It's how I [Em] really rock.
I ain't care.
[C] It was a 9 to 5 for [Em] me, you know.
It was like a [C] hobby to me.
I was the gunman, [Em] I was the dancer, [B] entertainer.
[Em] I came off.
[C] Like I said, I had a death wish.
[B] It's how I really rock.
Ay yo, hold on, motherfucker.
You see I'm talking, right?
[C] [Em] [C]
[Em] [C] [Em] [C]
[Em]
[C]
[Em] [C]
I'm [Bm]
talking [C] about the time I was in the military.
[Em] [C] [Em] I was in the military.
I was in the military.
I was in the military.
In the park, at the dock.
[C#m] Now like I was saying, I used to go into motherfucking [G#] bombers club on Palm Springs.
With slacks and [C#m] shoes on.
With the tech nut on.
You know what I'm saying?
Just scoping out for a bit.
Yeah, Zyke used to have the tech with the good [F#] pants.
No, we was just hungry like [G#] that.
Sometimes I'd just shoot in the ear [C#] because I can't get my way and shit.
Grandma [C#m] hid that hammer in her mattress from my uncle.
He would listen [G#m] to Wu-Tang while walking in the jungle.
[C#] Army 14 [C#m] jacket, kitchen knife, [E] hope he don't got you.
[C#m] Put a deuce deuce up in his boot in case [Bm] he get in tussles.
[C#m]
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
[G#] Let it bang.
[C#m] And he will.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
[G#] Let it bang.
And [C#] he will.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Life post workout, how he turned out.
Granddaddy try to help him, but he burnt out.
He screamed, [C#m] lazy fucker, won't you try to get a job?
Black party with the hooties, turned out they were dancers.
What they perm out if they scream, we got beef.
He would handle [D] with no [C#] prob.
Colonial liquor was his odor.
Fragrance of a riding soldier.
ODB [G#] was his persona.
He was hot on Mars.
For the emptiness of marijuana, we ran [C#] my dad from pneumonia.
Now his life on rollercoaster.
Put that shit on God.
And he will.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let [F#] it bang.
[C#] And he will.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
And he [G#] will.
Let it bang.
[C#m] Let it bang.
Let it bang.
I miss my crackhead [G#m] uncle, sold him dope.
Been by [G#] the bundles, draw down on him, his own [G#m] gundo.
Fuck about family, [G#] where's my hundo?
For my [C#m] clip go, knock knock zero.
Fake nigga talking about Q ain't real.
[C#] 18 slinging that coupe to Ville.
Young nigga, young nigga, move [G#] that dope.
[C#] Young nigga might get killed.
Guns ain't paying my bills.
[G#] He make the beef get grilled.
[C#m] 12 years clutching that skill.
Pop a nigga more than them pills.
Pussy on the sheet when I sleep.
Body niggas like I do beats.
I ain't talking about my uncle, [G#] this me.
[C#m] Made another million in speed.
Swagga make a billy look cheap.
I'm the reason why your mama OD'd.
I'm the reason why your homies ain't deep.
Now you wanna talk about peace.
Them bitches all up these streets.
Wonder why you rubbing up feet.
If you got high off of that [G#] soul.
[C#m] Hot seat platinum when the young shit go.
Big belly bottom like I still [D] get grow.
Leave a nigga [C#m] flat till his body get toe.
Sad that the curve got closed.
[C#] Living with a hole in his skull.
Let it back.
[F#] [C#]
[G#]
It's how I [Em] really rock.
I ain't care.
[C] It was a 9 to 5 for [Em] me, you know.
It was like a [C] hobby to me.
I was the gunman, [Em] I was the dancer, [B] entertainer.
[Em] I came off.
[C] Like I said, I had a death wish.
[B] It's how I really rock.
Ay yo, hold on, motherfucker.
You see I'm talking, right?
[C] [Em] [C]
[Em] [C] [Em] [C]
[Em]
[C]
[Em] [C]
I'm [Bm]
talking [C] about the time I was in the military.
[Em] [C] [Em] I was in the military.
I was in the military.
I was in the military.
In the park, at the dock.
[C#m] Now like I was saying, I used to go into motherfucking [G#] bombers club on Palm Springs.
With slacks and [C#m] shoes on.
With the tech nut on.
You know what I'm saying?
Just scoping out for a bit.
Yeah, Zyke used to have the tech with the good [F#] pants.
No, we was just hungry like [G#] that.
Sometimes I'd just shoot in the ear [C#] because I can't get my way and shit.
Grandma [C#m] hid that hammer in her mattress from my uncle.
He would listen [G#m] to Wu-Tang while walking in the jungle.
[C#] Army 14 [C#m] jacket, kitchen knife, [E] hope he don't got you.
[C#m] Put a deuce deuce up in his boot in case [Bm] he get in tussles.
[C#m]
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
[G#] Let it bang.
[C#m] And he will.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
[G#] Let it bang.
And [C#] he will.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Life post workout, how he turned out.
Granddaddy try to help him, but he burnt out.
He screamed, [C#m] lazy fucker, won't you try to get a job?
Black party with the hooties, turned out they were dancers.
What they perm out if they scream, we got beef.
He would handle [D] with no [C#] prob.
Colonial liquor was his odor.
Fragrance of a riding soldier.
ODB [G#] was his persona.
He was hot on Mars.
For the emptiness of marijuana, we ran [C#] my dad from pneumonia.
Now his life on rollercoaster.
Put that shit on God.
And he will.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let [F#] it bang.
[C#] And he will.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
And he [G#] will.
Let it bang.
[C#m] Let it bang.
Let it bang.
I miss my crackhead [G#m] uncle, sold him dope.
Been by [G#] the bundles, draw down on him, his own [G#m] gundo.
Fuck about family, [G#] where's my hundo?
For my [C#m] clip go, knock knock zero.
Fake nigga talking about Q ain't real.
[C#] 18 slinging that coupe to Ville.
Young nigga, young nigga, move [G#] that dope.
[C#] Young nigga might get killed.
Guns ain't paying my bills.
[G#] He make the beef get grilled.
[C#m] 12 years clutching that skill.
Pop a nigga more than them pills.
Pussy on the sheet when I sleep.
Body niggas like I do beats.
I ain't talking about my uncle, [G#] this me.
[C#m] Made another million in speed.
Swagga make a billy look cheap.
I'm the reason why your mama OD'd.
I'm the reason why your homies ain't deep.
Now you wanna talk about peace.
Them bitches all up these streets.
Wonder why you rubbing up feet.
If you got high off of that [G#] soul.
[C#m] Hot seat platinum when the young shit go.
Big belly bottom like I still [D] get grow.
Leave a nigga [C#m] flat till his body get toe.
Sad that the curve got closed.
[C#] Living with a hole in his skull.
Let it back.
[F#] [C#]
[G#]
Key:
C#m
G#
C
Em
C#
C#m
G#
C
_ Shit [C] like that, you know.
It's how I [Em] really rock.
I ain't care.
[C] It was a 9 to 5 for [Em] me, you know.
It was like a [C] hobby to me.
I was the gunman, [Em] I was the dancer, [B] entertainer.
[Em] I came off.
[C] Like I said, I had a death wish.
[B] It's how I really rock.
Ay yo, hold on, motherfucker.
You see I'm talking, right?
_ _ [C] _ _ [Em] _ _ [C] _
_ [Em] _ _ [C] _ _ [Em] _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I'm [Bm]
talking [C] _ _ about the time I was in the military.
[Em] _ _ [C] _ [Em] I was in the military.
I was in the military.
I was in the military.
In the park, at the dock.
[C#m] Now like I was saying, I used to go into motherfucking [G#] bombers club on Palm Springs.
With slacks and [C#m] shoes on.
With the tech nut on.
You know what I'm saying?
Just scoping out for a bit.
Yeah, Zyke used to have the tech with the good [F#] pants.
No, we was just hungry like [G#] that.
Sometimes I'd just shoot in the ear [C#] because I can't get my way and shit.
Grandma [C#m] hid that hammer in her mattress from my uncle.
He would listen [G#m] to Wu-Tang while walking in the jungle.
[C#] Army 14 [C#m] jacket, kitchen knife, [E] hope he don't got you.
[C#m] Put a deuce deuce up in his boot in case [Bm] he get in tussles.
[C#m]
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
[G#] Let it bang.
[C#m] And he will.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
[G#] Let it bang.
And [C#] he will.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Life post workout, how he turned out.
Granddaddy try to help him, but he burnt out.
He screamed, [C#m] lazy fucker, won't you try to get a job?
Black party with the hooties, turned out they were dancers.
What they perm out if they scream, we got beef.
He would handle [D] with no [C#] prob.
Colonial liquor was his odor.
Fragrance of a riding soldier.
ODB [G#] was his persona.
He was hot on Mars.
For the emptiness of marijuana, we ran [C#] my dad from pneumonia.
Now his life on rollercoaster.
Put that shit on God.
And he will.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let [F#] it bang.
[C#] And he will.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
And he [G#] will.
Let it bang.
[C#m] Let it bang.
Let it bang.
I miss my crackhead [G#m] uncle, sold him dope.
Been by [G#] the bundles, draw down on him, his own [G#m] gundo.
Fuck about family, [G#] where's my hundo?
For my [C#m] clip go, knock knock zero.
Fake nigga talking about Q ain't real.
[C#] 18 slinging that coupe to Ville.
Young nigga, young nigga, move [G#] that dope.
[C#] Young nigga might get killed.
Guns ain't paying my bills.
[G#] He make the beef get grilled.
[C#m] 12 years clutching that skill.
Pop a nigga more than them pills.
Pussy on the sheet when I sleep.
Body niggas like I do beats.
I ain't talking about my uncle, [G#] this me.
[C#m] Made another million in speed.
Swagga make a billy look cheap.
I'm the reason why your mama OD'd.
I'm the reason why your homies ain't deep.
Now you wanna talk about peace.
Them bitches all up these streets.
Wonder why you rubbing up feet.
If you got high off of that [G#] soul.
[C#m] Hot seat platinum when the young shit go.
Big belly bottom like I still [D] get grow.
Leave a nigga [C#m] flat till his body get toe.
Sad that the curve got closed.
[C#] Living with a hole in his skull.
Let it back. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
It's how I [Em] really rock.
I ain't care.
[C] It was a 9 to 5 for [Em] me, you know.
It was like a [C] hobby to me.
I was the gunman, [Em] I was the dancer, [B] entertainer.
[Em] I came off.
[C] Like I said, I had a death wish.
[B] It's how I really rock.
Ay yo, hold on, motherfucker.
You see I'm talking, right?
_ _ [C] _ _ [Em] _ _ [C] _
_ [Em] _ _ [C] _ _ [Em] _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I'm [Bm]
talking [C] _ _ about the time I was in the military.
[Em] _ _ [C] _ [Em] I was in the military.
I was in the military.
I was in the military.
In the park, at the dock.
[C#m] Now like I was saying, I used to go into motherfucking [G#] bombers club on Palm Springs.
With slacks and [C#m] shoes on.
With the tech nut on.
You know what I'm saying?
Just scoping out for a bit.
Yeah, Zyke used to have the tech with the good [F#] pants.
No, we was just hungry like [G#] that.
Sometimes I'd just shoot in the ear [C#] because I can't get my way and shit.
Grandma [C#m] hid that hammer in her mattress from my uncle.
He would listen [G#m] to Wu-Tang while walking in the jungle.
[C#] Army 14 [C#m] jacket, kitchen knife, [E] hope he don't got you.
[C#m] Put a deuce deuce up in his boot in case [Bm] he get in tussles.
[C#m]
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
[G#] Let it bang.
[C#m] And he will.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
[G#] Let it bang.
And [C#] he will.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Life post workout, how he turned out.
Granddaddy try to help him, but he burnt out.
He screamed, [C#m] lazy fucker, won't you try to get a job?
Black party with the hooties, turned out they were dancers.
What they perm out if they scream, we got beef.
He would handle [D] with no [C#] prob.
Colonial liquor was his odor.
Fragrance of a riding soldier.
ODB [G#] was his persona.
He was hot on Mars.
For the emptiness of marijuana, we ran [C#] my dad from pneumonia.
Now his life on rollercoaster.
Put that shit on God.
And he will.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let [F#] it bang.
[C#] And he will.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
Let it bang.
And he [G#] will.
Let it bang.
[C#m] Let it bang.
Let it bang.
I miss my crackhead [G#m] uncle, sold him dope.
Been by [G#] the bundles, draw down on him, his own [G#m] gundo.
Fuck about family, [G#] where's my hundo?
For my [C#m] clip go, knock knock zero.
Fake nigga talking about Q ain't real.
[C#] 18 slinging that coupe to Ville.
Young nigga, young nigga, move [G#] that dope.
[C#] Young nigga might get killed.
Guns ain't paying my bills.
[G#] He make the beef get grilled.
[C#m] 12 years clutching that skill.
Pop a nigga more than them pills.
Pussy on the sheet when I sleep.
Body niggas like I do beats.
I ain't talking about my uncle, [G#] this me.
[C#m] Made another million in speed.
Swagga make a billy look cheap.
I'm the reason why your mama OD'd.
I'm the reason why your homies ain't deep.
Now you wanna talk about peace.
Them bitches all up these streets.
Wonder why you rubbing up feet.
If you got high off of that [G#] soul.
[C#m] Hot seat platinum when the young shit go.
Big belly bottom like I still [D] get grow.
Leave a nigga [C#m] flat till his body get toe.
Sad that the curve got closed.
[C#] Living with a hole in his skull.
Let it back. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _