Chords for Freddie Gibbs - Big Boss Rabbit (Official Video)

[Ab] There's never any doubts in my mind because [Gb] I'm the best in the world.
Even though a lot of you don't like [Abm] to hear it, it's fact, I'm the best.
You know what I mean?
Sometimes [Ebm] I don't want to believe it myself, but it's the truth.
I'm the [Abm] best.
And I'm just convinced, you know what I mean?
[Ebm] These fellas, [Abm] I dare them to challenge me with their somewhat primitive [Ebm] skills.
They're just as good as dead. _
[Ab] Slap, Big Mac 11, back of the [C] 7 on some boss.
[Ab] Hop of the President on my [Abm] wrist and I got frosty.
Pack it like Pringles, you on a [Ebm] single with some kosher.
Throw on a hair and I don't sell [Ab] them, it's true.
[E] Man, my jersey like some [Db] laser beams.
If I was your lady, shoot some babies on a [Abm] Maybelline.
Overdose of strolo, cut the cocoa with the [Ebm] ketamine.
Dope and ibuprofen in my bowl, I got them [E] recipes.
Ballsy, shooter like Steph, I just zip it [Gb] free and I wouldn't even look.
Your favorite rapper [E] just hit the stage with a bitch, you about to book him.
Bitches in love [Gbm] with this leaker [Ebm] pussy, I just keep it pushin'.
My baby mama knew the job [Abm] was crooked before [E] they took it.
Can't train records, bitch, we [Ebm] run this shit.
Let's touch down in the airport, Louis V backpack full of them Hunnids, bitch.
[Abm] Clean in that McQueen hoe, I'm a gangster, not no [Ebm] lover, bitch.
Grab me at the party, bitch, we rock it like we [Ab] wanna bitch.
Ballsy, Big Mac 11, back of the [D] 7 on some ballsy.
I put that President on my [Abm] wrist and I got frost.
Stack it like Pringles, you on a [D] single with some kosher.
See you rapping, young Freddie, [E] can I want some ballsy?
Big Mac 11, back of the [Gb] 7 on some ballsy.
[D] I put that President on my [Abm] wrist and I got frost.
Stack it like Pringles, you on a single with some kosher.
Who's up to your funeral, man, shoot up the fuckin' coffee.
[E] I blow your house up with that [Gb] Hunnid drum.
Know how I hunnid, I'm a [Dbm] high boy with some murder one.
[Abm] Cash money can't make no more, son, than you my [Eb] youngest son.
See my first crackhead like that Beamer back in [Abm] 91.
I been on the blazers, too, cockin' blockin' the [Ebm] Gumby fame.
Fuckin' up my butt with this active, it's like some [Abm] lemonade.
Bitches be yellin', you violate you, we're [Ebm] in the game.
Know that your fingers ain't actin' tight when you [Abm] put them pants.
[E] Freddy Krueger, P90 Ruger, I'm [Db] creepin' on them.
Niggas say they ain't lose a sleep, [Eb] tell them I'm [Abm] sleepin' on them.
Got heavy traffic, the neighbors might call the [Ebm] people on them.
Around your collar, they eyes, I put the [Ab] Reaper on them deathwish.
[E] Pinchin' with that automatic [Gb] shotty, that's a death kiss.
Niggas be [Eb] pullin' through, so I aim up for the neck, bitch.
Fly with it on me, I got my [B] picky on the jet, bitch.
Ready to set it off, and I [E] put that on the set.
Big Mac 11, back of the [D] seven on some ball shit.
I put that President on my [Abm] wrist and I got frostbite.
Stack it like [Db] Pringles, you want a [Ebm] single, it's gon' cost you.
CEO [E] rappin', young Freddy can't, I'm on some ball shit.
Big Mac [Ebm] 11, back of the seven on some ball shit.
[Bb] I put that President on my [Abm] wrist and I got frostbite.
Stack it like Pringles, you want a [Ebm] single, it's gon' cost you.
We up to your [Abm] funeral and shoot up the fuckin' car.
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