Chords for Brotha Lynch Hung-Locc 2 Da Brain

_ Coming off that high, it's [B] a double sec
Wrapped around some [C] funk in the trunk
I got the moss spurt pumping, [G] bout to jack [Abm] a pump
And when [Dbm] that thickness hits, I'm like a new [Em] stage
Watch my back hit the dank, load the gang, [Abm] make the grave
12 midnight, my niggas on the stroll
Mr.
Doc, Baby Red, [Ab] Brother Lynch, Big Dan
[Abm] We bout to roll, riding [Dbm] deep, hella high
So nigga, [Abm] peep this, take [Eb] your Glock off [E] safety
Turn around [Abm] and hit the street when I got the milli' pictured in my head
Ain't no stopping, cause the devil said I'm halfway dead
What can [G] I say, got them evil thoughts [Ab] filling up my head
Look to [G] the brain on that insane [E] tip, EBK
[Abm] Everyday, [B] the block's down, bitch, smoking tank
With my braids in my [Ab] hair and I'm riding on a full [Abm] tank
_ [Dbm] My nine on the side, going [B] both ways
_ [E] Peeler niggas capping in all sides
Look to the brain, [B] insane, everyday all day, it's EBK
Where niggas low, they slaps [Db] cause the rivals on [E] they way
Look to the brain, [Ab] insane, everyday all day, [Db] it's EBK
Where niggas low, they slaps cause the rivals on they way
I'm trying [Abm] to peep this, watchin' straight low
Killer rollin' vibin' the dips, love to the brain
[Ab] Set trippin' after fuckin' [Abm] with that sick [Dbm] gypsy
Fuckin' pump [B] 12 rounds of that knock, lock the plot
[E] Yeah, we fuckin' [Abm] with them body drops
[B] Stop, hit the lights, let [E] them niggas go
[Abm] Reach for your flags, your straps and roll the windows
Low, roll [Db] slow, these niggas looking like [E] they know what's a hit
They fuckin' dunkin', dodgin' bullets, damn, I need to [Abm] get the clip
They bustin' back, tryna hit us from the blindside
Low, a fuckin' donut [Gb] in the 12 gauge pump
[Abm] Ain't from the window, [Dbm] what's up now, nigga, yeah
[B] LOC to [E] the brain, engage, blast equals rest and pain
Insane low, so a nigga don't give a fuck
It's in the heart, so these rival niggas straight stuck
I let the gauge loose, damn, I never seen so much blood
It's all for the gang and the gang [Abm] shows no love, fool
So if you ever see us rollin' through your side
It ain't all [E] good, I suggest [Abm] you
Look to the brain, [Db] insane, everyday all day, it's [B] EBK
Where niggas low, they slaps [Eb] cause the [E] rivals on they way
[Abm] Come with me, D, see [B] how I'm bout to deal with all this backward type [E] bitch shit
Them pools that stay, they'll kill us, takin' hits, [Abm] not doin' shit
When they [Db] get lit up on they touch
So move on with they [E] life, weren't even laughin'
Since that time, I haven't heard from it
Now that's my loc right there, where'd you go, folks?
Remember, we supposed to be the ones with brains this low
So nigga, fuck it, I'll do it like your ass is dead
And touch them niggas with the Mac 11 out [Abm] of the shelf
[B] I'm burnin' up the village, nigga, life [Abm] is a bitch
So as I said, [Gb] the tag's the name on the wall, ya [Abm] fuckin' snitch
[Dbm] So ya make a switch on how ya gang bangin'
[E] L-O-C, and to the bruh, real loafs don't play [Abm] that way
See, ya niggas on the other side, it's best to hit the flow
And watch them flesh [Db] shredders bout to rip your [Abm] ass hoe apart
[Dbm] And now wait to see it, and what was said will come to [Bb] pass
From Mr.
Doc, [E] amen, God bless [Abm] your ass
Look to the brain, insane, everyday all day, it's EBK
Where niggas low, they slaps [Dbm] cause the rivals on [Abm] they way
Look to the brain, [Dbm] insane, everyday all day, [Db] it's EBK
Where niggas low, they slaps [Eb] cause the rivals [E] on they way
[Abm] See, I was standing in [B] the middle of a circle
Cause a nigga is trying to jack me
[Db] With a 9, I'm gonna meet the Ruger [Abm] in a 6D [Ab] posse
But I ain't going out [Db] for a jack move
The only thing [Gm] on my mind is [E] pulling my 9 and this handling
These [Eb] fools now tell me what you busters [E] want from me
They started talking about pockets on the ground
You mean empty [Eb] my loot out, ya fools [B] must be smoking sherms
But I'll be [Bb] glad to put my [E] strap up in your face [Abm] and let some gunpowder [B] burn
Now take a lesson from a sack town [Db] criminal
I'm standing all alone in the street
And [Abm] talking shit to your [Db] circle and ain't no blasting
Y'all must be [E] bluffing, threw up my [Bb] sign and grabbed my [E] 9
I'm gonna meet the 9 and [Abm] started busting on [B] niggas
And watching every motherfucker try to run
That look to the brain, got [Db] a nigga insane with a fucking empty [Abm] gun
So I'ma [Db] continue to strike and stay [Abm] alone
And maintain myself pride cause when [E] I ride it's always look to [Abm] the brain
Look to the brain, [B] insane, everyday all day, it's EBK
Where niggas low, they slaps cause the rivals [G] on they way
[Ab] Look to the brain, [Dbm] insane, everyday all day,