Chords for JayDaYoungan - Sliding Freestyle [The Real Jumpman 23]
Tempo:
85.45 bpm
Chords used:
Cm
G
D
C
Ab
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Start Jamming...
This is a Hitman Production.
What the fuck is this?
Slap, slap motherfucker.
[G] Fuck a [Cm] nigga.
You know what?
Yeah, young and standing, nigga.
[C] Bitch ass nigga, nigga.
Broke for your shit, nigga.
[D] Two times on game.
[Cm] Fuck that.
He gon' get down, put you on the bricks like he with it.
Lights out, stuff like a lamp, but drink a whole more than 50.
This shit ridiculous.
How they [G] hate me bad at my own city.
[Cm] It's probably cause they bullshitting.
I'm the sickest who did it.
Cause it's 40 o'clock, it's 38, and we got some minutes.
Got the drum on the cutter, this bitch look like a titty.
Pull up [G] on y'all and trip it.
We gon' do them like Biggie.
[Cm] One to the ten, two to the nigga, then put three in your fit.
How the fuck you been a killer?
You ain't never been killer.
How the fuck you say you stupid?
Bitch, that ain't how you live it.
Shoot a whip, throw ass up, and now you gon' need a shimmy.
Hit your block, remove the lights, and play stretch off in the hemis.
And bitch, I still good, like two past tennis.
Spending your six and where my whip at?
Let you have 20.
Them little [D] revolvers ain't enough.
You better have skim, it's up [Cm] and bust your brain with that thang.
And leave half missing.
Stab my back, look at my face, and then they laughed in it.
Your team salty, got a circle full of crabs in it.
Fuck your bitch from the back, she like [G] when I dab in it.
Fuck the [Cm] dick all in her stomach, she like [C] when I jab in it.
One [Cm] step ahead, I gotta kick them hoes out of my mig.
Stuck [C] in with all your racks, you finally posted up in a brick.
It [G] ain't no lackin', bitch, we packin', strapped up with them sticks.
Shit get tragic, don't play Madden, but we sending the blicks.
Tonight [Cm] we slidin', so feel my fuckbottle ridin'.
Affiliated with steppers, so I don't let my niggas violent.
Lay down and take the liquor, so I don't let my [D] niggas silent.
Bitch, we flexin' on [Cm] them rackets, so be on them, get out your body.
Say they won't smoke, but when they get real, they cop out.
Runnin' with hard heads, most of my steppers some dropouts.
I been the first famous one, buddy, and then [D] the top off.
Boy, do something, [Cm] I told her this shit finna have me knocked out.
You said sup, bitch, when I catch you, it's gon' go down.
Switchin' from lane to lane, clutching that thang, gotta slow down.
Yeah, it's a stick up, pick your lip up, and put your [G] nose down.
Red Clitor, [Cm] bitch, it's better hit you from the [Ab] throat down.
What the fuck is this?
Slap, slap motherfucker.
[G] Fuck a [Cm] nigga.
You know what?
Yeah, young and standing, nigga.
[C] Bitch ass nigga, nigga.
Broke for your shit, nigga.
[D] Two times on game.
[Cm] Fuck that.
He gon' get down, put you on the bricks like he with it.
Lights out, stuff like a lamp, but drink a whole more than 50.
This shit ridiculous.
How they [G] hate me bad at my own city.
[Cm] It's probably cause they bullshitting.
I'm the sickest who did it.
Cause it's 40 o'clock, it's 38, and we got some minutes.
Got the drum on the cutter, this bitch look like a titty.
Pull up [G] on y'all and trip it.
We gon' do them like Biggie.
[Cm] One to the ten, two to the nigga, then put three in your fit.
How the fuck you been a killer?
You ain't never been killer.
How the fuck you say you stupid?
Bitch, that ain't how you live it.
Shoot a whip, throw ass up, and now you gon' need a shimmy.
Hit your block, remove the lights, and play stretch off in the hemis.
And bitch, I still good, like two past tennis.
Spending your six and where my whip at?
Let you have 20.
Them little [D] revolvers ain't enough.
You better have skim, it's up [Cm] and bust your brain with that thang.
And leave half missing.
Stab my back, look at my face, and then they laughed in it.
Your team salty, got a circle full of crabs in it.
Fuck your bitch from the back, she like [G] when I dab in it.
Fuck the [Cm] dick all in her stomach, she like [C] when I jab in it.
One [Cm] step ahead, I gotta kick them hoes out of my mig.
Stuck [C] in with all your racks, you finally posted up in a brick.
It [G] ain't no lackin', bitch, we packin', strapped up with them sticks.
Shit get tragic, don't play Madden, but we sending the blicks.
Tonight [Cm] we slidin', so feel my fuckbottle ridin'.
Affiliated with steppers, so I don't let my niggas violent.
Lay down and take the liquor, so I don't let my [D] niggas silent.
Bitch, we flexin' on [Cm] them rackets, so be on them, get out your body.
Say they won't smoke, but when they get real, they cop out.
Runnin' with hard heads, most of my steppers some dropouts.
I been the first famous one, buddy, and then [D] the top off.
Boy, do something, [Cm] I told her this shit finna have me knocked out.
You said sup, bitch, when I catch you, it's gon' go down.
Switchin' from lane to lane, clutching that thang, gotta slow down.
Yeah, it's a stick up, pick your lip up, and put your [G] nose down.
Red Clitor, [Cm] bitch, it's better hit you from the [Ab] throat down.
Key:
Cm
G
D
C
Ab
Cm
G
D
_ _ _ This is a Hitman Production. _
What the fuck is this?
Slap, slap motherfucker.
[G] Fuck a [Cm] nigga.
You know what?
Yeah, young and standing, nigga.
[C] Bitch ass nigga, nigga.
Broke for your shit, nigga.
[D] Two times on game.
[Cm] _ _ _ Fuck that.
He gon' get down, put you on the bricks like he with it.
Lights out, stuff like a lamp, but drink a whole more than 50.
This shit ridiculous.
How they [G] hate me bad at my own city.
[Cm] It's probably cause they bullshitting.
I'm the sickest who did it.
Cause it's 40 o'clock, it's 38, and we got some minutes.
Got the drum on the cutter, this bitch look like a titty.
Pull up [G] on y'all and trip it.
We gon' do them like Biggie.
[Cm] One to the ten, two to the nigga, then put three in your fit.
How the fuck you been a killer?
You ain't never been killer.
How the fuck you say you stupid?
Bitch, that ain't how you live it.
Shoot a whip, throw ass up, and now you gon' need a shimmy.
Hit your block, remove the lights, and play stretch off in the hemis.
And bitch, I still good, like two past tennis.
Spending your six and where my whip at?
Let you have 20.
Them little [D] revolvers ain't enough.
You better have skim, it's up [Cm] and bust your brain with that thang.
And leave half missing.
Stab my back, look at my face, and then they laughed in it.
Your team salty, got a circle full of crabs in it.
Fuck your bitch from the back, she like [G] when I dab in it.
Fuck the [Cm] dick all in her stomach, she like [C] when I jab in it.
One [Cm] step ahead, I gotta kick them hoes out of my mig.
Stuck [C] in with all your racks, you finally posted up in a brick.
It [G] ain't no lackin', bitch, we packin', strapped up with them sticks.
Shit get tragic, don't play Madden, but we sending the blicks.
Tonight [Cm] we slidin', so feel my fuckbottle ridin'.
Affiliated with steppers, so I don't let my niggas violent.
Lay down and take the liquor, so I don't let my [D] niggas silent.
Bitch, we flexin' on [Cm] them rackets, so be on them, get out your body.
Say they won't smoke, but when they get real, they cop out.
Runnin' with hard heads, most of my steppers some dropouts.
I been the first famous one, buddy, and then [D] the top off.
Boy, do something, [Cm] I told her this shit finna have me knocked out.
You said sup, bitch, when I catch you, it's gon' go down.
Switchin' from lane to lane, clutching that thang, gotta slow down.
Yeah, it's a stick up, pick your lip up, and put your [G] nose down.
Red Clitor, [Cm] bitch, it's better hit you from the [Ab] throat down. _ _
What the fuck is this?
Slap, slap motherfucker.
[G] Fuck a [Cm] nigga.
You know what?
Yeah, young and standing, nigga.
[C] Bitch ass nigga, nigga.
Broke for your shit, nigga.
[D] Two times on game.
[Cm] _ _ _ Fuck that.
He gon' get down, put you on the bricks like he with it.
Lights out, stuff like a lamp, but drink a whole more than 50.
This shit ridiculous.
How they [G] hate me bad at my own city.
[Cm] It's probably cause they bullshitting.
I'm the sickest who did it.
Cause it's 40 o'clock, it's 38, and we got some minutes.
Got the drum on the cutter, this bitch look like a titty.
Pull up [G] on y'all and trip it.
We gon' do them like Biggie.
[Cm] One to the ten, two to the nigga, then put three in your fit.
How the fuck you been a killer?
You ain't never been killer.
How the fuck you say you stupid?
Bitch, that ain't how you live it.
Shoot a whip, throw ass up, and now you gon' need a shimmy.
Hit your block, remove the lights, and play stretch off in the hemis.
And bitch, I still good, like two past tennis.
Spending your six and where my whip at?
Let you have 20.
Them little [D] revolvers ain't enough.
You better have skim, it's up [Cm] and bust your brain with that thang.
And leave half missing.
Stab my back, look at my face, and then they laughed in it.
Your team salty, got a circle full of crabs in it.
Fuck your bitch from the back, she like [G] when I dab in it.
Fuck the [Cm] dick all in her stomach, she like [C] when I jab in it.
One [Cm] step ahead, I gotta kick them hoes out of my mig.
Stuck [C] in with all your racks, you finally posted up in a brick.
It [G] ain't no lackin', bitch, we packin', strapped up with them sticks.
Shit get tragic, don't play Madden, but we sending the blicks.
Tonight [Cm] we slidin', so feel my fuckbottle ridin'.
Affiliated with steppers, so I don't let my niggas violent.
Lay down and take the liquor, so I don't let my [D] niggas silent.
Bitch, we flexin' on [Cm] them rackets, so be on them, get out your body.
Say they won't smoke, but when they get real, they cop out.
Runnin' with hard heads, most of my steppers some dropouts.
I been the first famous one, buddy, and then [D] the top off.
Boy, do something, [Cm] I told her this shit finna have me knocked out.
You said sup, bitch, when I catch you, it's gon' go down.
Switchin' from lane to lane, clutching that thang, gotta slow down.
Yeah, it's a stick up, pick your lip up, and put your [G] nose down.
Red Clitor, [Cm] bitch, it's better hit you from the [Ab] throat down. _ _