Chords for Kenzo Balla - "Enough Is Enough" ft. Rayy Balla & Cito Blick (Shot by @JUS MH)
Tempo:
94.45 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
D
Eb
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] Like [D] what?
[A] Who the fuck got?
They keep [D] dissing my pilot, enough is enough
You running the news, duckin' when I up
We just went through that one way niggas know what's up
Tryna split through my one way [E] niggas out of luck
I'm [D] on the gates, I'm tryna let it dump
First check that I [E] see, I bet I send them up
Rookin' [D] naughty, real naughty, Rocky in my up
Big knock on my body, damn nigga, flirt like
Order five, keep suces with the thirty sticks [E] like
I'm tryna [D] take a gunner off the list
Thirty-one in the choppy, spinning through the mix like
One-fourth move up the floor, Clary up, yeah, [A] choppy ain't stoppin' this shit
Big knock on my hip like a cop in his bitch
Got the knock, so I'll roof with a lift like a pimp
Have a bitch on him up and we gon' leave him drip
Hit the drum, rep'n's like a artisan, know we not stoppin' till we hit our target
Spinnin' with my ouda, tryna spawn shit
We tryna lay him down just [E] like a corpse
So we them niggas you don't wanna stall with
We gon' keep spinnin' left until we ball shit
Do some shots like this, we watch his carpet
Hit his chest and leave a scar, say all them niggas is kids
And if I catch DeeDee, I'm doin' that big
Spin through his neck and his chest and his head
Bitch, I'm tryna knock off niggas' wings
And we still tourin' up from the fifth to the seventh
If he tryna run up, he a spliff
I'm a bitch, we spinnin' ground and [A] killin' him up in his bitch
And we [E] fuck with my wrist like A-O [G]-Rey
Go A out the A, [Gb] 38, beat his city, ain't leavin' no trace
Break down gang, go triple, he in lace like fake
Shot gang, go pick up his face
We throw shots at the outbroad, dang
Fuck a bitch with a crumb, we gon' [E] blast her all way
O-Y-Y-G, hear me out, L-B-S-H-5-M-B
Goku [Gb] don't play like
[A] Who the fuck is the A to type?
First thing we see, get cash on the side
Fuckin' with shots, so we do this close fight
Tryna run for this, rest of your life
Hop out, who next?
Speak with no fraud, that shit take it or die
We got a lot of shots left, chase down gang, hit him in his chest
[E] Like what?
Now I'm upset
If I see you, I should get put right to bed
30 stick tryna lead the team, right?
Double back, we tryna make sure he dead
Hold up, spot on the whip on the A, tryna catch me and watch this shit
Niggas pussy behind this shit
Take a trip to the gate just to find me a blimp
It's a lorry, get to the front here
Now we got good fiends, play this shit
Bro, side of me got him, now he don't exist
Like what happened, let's talk about next
He got hit with a [A] shot, he went out like Rick
Yo, kids don't let up the clip
Matter of fact, 05, every shot gon' hit
He bout to opt and we reverse the whip
TG back on me, tryna take a risk
I told Cuzzy, I got you, I'ma let it rip
I told Cuzzy, give me the six
I see the fist, I'm gon' feel like your head
He like, chill, watch this
Next thing I saw, a new wife in the split
Back on, nigga, make nobody quit
Tryna leave a op, dead on his grip
Ayo, Kevin, I'm trying to get jacked
Yo, 94, don't broke, flackin' his neck
We beat out Briana, we fixed to the [Dm] sack
We the strongest, [E] don't stack
Took it on mess, cause it's shot to the head
6-5, D on Ray, we caught it on the daps
So unless it get back to the set, [Eb] we shot to the brain
But I got left, nigga, Max, he got four-eight to [Ab] bag
Ain't no tellin' who's gonna be next
Dope tryna [B] run, felt to his death
Lotty got pussy, [G] got left by the jack
O-I-K, OG King, [Db] spin his U-Cost, tryna flock
[B] He can't, he can't, smoke it on Huncho, got flocked
Bro, I did, got the Mitchell dick, gotta [A] stay out the way
Taylor with Ray, be tryna catch a pack
100-side, triple, see the count on his back
Like, what, you know why, tryna catch me at act
Said, you spinning a fox, are you looking for Mack?
Nigga, catch up, my brother, I'm up in that strap
G24, got the B-Ride intact
I'm finna aim it, put it on his back
And the Beatles, I [D] rap, shit, whack
[Bb] [Eb] Like [Bb] Fonz on top, girl, he late
[Eb] [Bb] Like O, it's a problem, with a Y
Hoodie creep through the front, I'ma creep through the back
I'm the nozzle, leave a flag
Go deep, call Fonz, and get some on the mat
Spitting through doctors, I'm tired of that chat
When the fuck the next cut up Mack?
I'm on the secret, tryna put [F] that
I got a lot of papi,
[A] Who the fuck got?
They keep [D] dissing my pilot, enough is enough
You running the news, duckin' when I up
We just went through that one way niggas know what's up
Tryna split through my one way [E] niggas out of luck
I'm [D] on the gates, I'm tryna let it dump
First check that I [E] see, I bet I send them up
Rookin' [D] naughty, real naughty, Rocky in my up
Big knock on my body, damn nigga, flirt like
Order five, keep suces with the thirty sticks [E] like
I'm tryna [D] take a gunner off the list
Thirty-one in the choppy, spinning through the mix like
One-fourth move up the floor, Clary up, yeah, [A] choppy ain't stoppin' this shit
Big knock on my hip like a cop in his bitch
Got the knock, so I'll roof with a lift like a pimp
Have a bitch on him up and we gon' leave him drip
Hit the drum, rep'n's like a artisan, know we not stoppin' till we hit our target
Spinnin' with my ouda, tryna spawn shit
We tryna lay him down just [E] like a corpse
So we them niggas you don't wanna stall with
We gon' keep spinnin' left until we ball shit
Do some shots like this, we watch his carpet
Hit his chest and leave a scar, say all them niggas is kids
And if I catch DeeDee, I'm doin' that big
Spin through his neck and his chest and his head
Bitch, I'm tryna knock off niggas' wings
And we still tourin' up from the fifth to the seventh
If he tryna run up, he a spliff
I'm a bitch, we spinnin' ground and [A] killin' him up in his bitch
And we [E] fuck with my wrist like A-O [G]-Rey
Go A out the A, [Gb] 38, beat his city, ain't leavin' no trace
Break down gang, go triple, he in lace like fake
Shot gang, go pick up his face
We throw shots at the outbroad, dang
Fuck a bitch with a crumb, we gon' [E] blast her all way
O-Y-Y-G, hear me out, L-B-S-H-5-M-B
Goku [Gb] don't play like
[A] Who the fuck is the A to type?
First thing we see, get cash on the side
Fuckin' with shots, so we do this close fight
Tryna run for this, rest of your life
Hop out, who next?
Speak with no fraud, that shit take it or die
We got a lot of shots left, chase down gang, hit him in his chest
[E] Like what?
Now I'm upset
If I see you, I should get put right to bed
30 stick tryna lead the team, right?
Double back, we tryna make sure he dead
Hold up, spot on the whip on the A, tryna catch me and watch this shit
Niggas pussy behind this shit
Take a trip to the gate just to find me a blimp
It's a lorry, get to the front here
Now we got good fiends, play this shit
Bro, side of me got him, now he don't exist
Like what happened, let's talk about next
He got hit with a [A] shot, he went out like Rick
Yo, kids don't let up the clip
Matter of fact, 05, every shot gon' hit
He bout to opt and we reverse the whip
TG back on me, tryna take a risk
I told Cuzzy, I got you, I'ma let it rip
I told Cuzzy, give me the six
I see the fist, I'm gon' feel like your head
He like, chill, watch this
Next thing I saw, a new wife in the split
Back on, nigga, make nobody quit
Tryna leave a op, dead on his grip
Ayo, Kevin, I'm trying to get jacked
Yo, 94, don't broke, flackin' his neck
We beat out Briana, we fixed to the [Dm] sack
We the strongest, [E] don't stack
Took it on mess, cause it's shot to the head
6-5, D on Ray, we caught it on the daps
So unless it get back to the set, [Eb] we shot to the brain
But I got left, nigga, Max, he got four-eight to [Ab] bag
Ain't no tellin' who's gonna be next
Dope tryna [B] run, felt to his death
Lotty got pussy, [G] got left by the jack
O-I-K, OG King, [Db] spin his U-Cost, tryna flock
[B] He can't, he can't, smoke it on Huncho, got flocked
Bro, I did, got the Mitchell dick, gotta [A] stay out the way
Taylor with Ray, be tryna catch a pack
100-side, triple, see the count on his back
Like, what, you know why, tryna catch me at act
Said, you spinning a fox, are you looking for Mack?
Nigga, catch up, my brother, I'm up in that strap
G24, got the B-Ride intact
I'm finna aim it, put it on his back
And the Beatles, I [D] rap, shit, whack
[Bb] [Eb] Like [Bb] Fonz on top, girl, he late
[Eb] [Bb] Like O, it's a problem, with a Y
Hoodie creep through the front, I'ma creep through the back
I'm the nozzle, leave a flag
Go deep, call Fonz, and get some on the mat
Spitting through doctors, I'm tired of that chat
When the fuck the next cut up Mack?
I'm on the secret, tryna put [F] that
I got a lot of papi,
Key:
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Bb
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A
D
_ _ _ [A] Like [D] what? _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] Who the fuck got?
_ They keep [D] dissing my pilot, enough is enough
You running the news, duckin' when I up
We just went through that one way niggas know what's up
Tryna split through my one way [E] niggas out of luck
I'm [D] on the gates, I'm tryna let it dump
First check that I [E] see, I bet I send them up
Rookin' [D] naughty, real naughty, Rocky in my up
Big knock on my body, damn nigga, flirt like
Order five, keep suces with the thirty sticks [E] like
I'm tryna [D] take a gunner off the list
Thirty-one in the choppy, spinning through the mix like
One-fourth move up the floor, Clary up, yeah, [A] choppy ain't stoppin' this shit
Big knock on my hip like a cop in his bitch
Got the knock, so I'll roof with a lift like a pimp
Have a bitch on him up and we gon' leave him drip
Hit the drum, rep'n's like a artisan, know we not stoppin' till we hit our target
Spinnin' with my ouda, tryna spawn shit
We tryna lay him down just [E] like a corpse
So we them niggas you don't wanna stall with
We gon' keep spinnin' left until we ball shit
Do some shots like this, we watch his carpet
Hit his chest and leave a scar, say all them niggas is kids
And if I catch DeeDee, I'm doin' that big
Spin through his neck and his chest and his head
Bitch, I'm tryna knock off niggas' wings
And we still tourin' up from the fifth to the seventh
If he tryna run up, he a spliff
I'm a bitch, we spinnin' ground and [A] killin' him up in his bitch
And we [E] fuck with my wrist like A-O [G]-Rey
Go A out the A, [Gb] 38, beat his city, ain't leavin' no trace
Break down gang, go triple, he in lace like fake
Shot gang, go pick up his face
We throw shots at the outbroad, dang
Fuck a bitch with a crumb, we gon' [E] blast her all way
O-Y-Y-G, hear me out, L-B-S-H-5-M-B
Goku [Gb] don't play like
[A] Who the fuck is the A to type?
First thing we see, get cash on the side
Fuckin' with shots, so we do this close fight
Tryna run for this, rest of your life
Hop out, who next?
Speak with no fraud, that shit take it or die
We got a lot of shots left, chase down gang, hit him in his chest
[E] Like what?
Now I'm upset
If I see you, I should get put right to bed
30 stick tryna lead the team, right?
Double back, we tryna make sure he dead
Hold up, spot on the whip on the A, tryna catch me and watch this shit
Niggas pussy behind this shit
Take a trip to the gate just to find me a blimp
It's a lorry, get to the front here
Now we got good fiends, play this shit
Bro, side of me got him, now he don't exist
Like what happened, let's talk about next
He got hit with a [A] shot, he went out like Rick
Yo, kids don't let up the clip
Matter of fact, 05, every shot gon' hit
He bout to opt and we reverse the whip
TG back on me, tryna take a risk
I told Cuzzy, I got you, I'ma let it rip
I told Cuzzy, give me the six
I see the fist, I'm gon' feel like your head
He like, chill, watch this
Next thing I saw, a new wife in the split
Back on, nigga, make nobody quit
Tryna leave a op, dead on his grip
Ayo, Kevin, I'm trying to get jacked
Yo, 94, don't broke, flackin' his neck
We beat out Briana, we fixed to the [Dm] sack
We the strongest, [E] don't stack
Took it on mess, cause it's shot to the head
6-5, D on Ray, we caught it on the daps
So unless it get back to the set, [Eb] we shot to the brain
But I got left, nigga, Max, he got four-eight to [Ab] bag
Ain't no tellin' who's gonna be next
Dope tryna [B] run, felt to his death
Lotty got pussy, [G] got left by the jack
O-I-K, OG King, [Db] spin his U-Cost, tryna flock
[B] He can't, he can't, smoke it on Huncho, got flocked
Bro, I did, got the Mitchell dick, gotta [A] stay out the way
Taylor with Ray, be tryna catch a pack
100-side, triple, see the count on his back
Like, what, you know why, tryna catch me at act
Said, you spinning a fox, are you looking for Mack?
Nigga, catch up, my brother, I'm up in that strap
G24, got the B-Ride intact
I'm finna aim it, put it on his back
And the Beatles, I [D] rap, shit, whack _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ Like [Bb] Fonz on top, _ girl, he late
[Eb] _ _ [Bb] Like O, it's a problem, with a Y
Hoodie creep through the front, I'ma creep through the back
I'm the nozzle, leave a flag
Go deep, call Fonz, and get some on the mat
Spitting through doctors, I'm tired of that chat
When the fuck the next cut up Mack?
I'm on the secret, tryna put [F] that
I got a lot of papi,
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] Who the fuck got?
_ They keep [D] dissing my pilot, enough is enough
You running the news, duckin' when I up
We just went through that one way niggas know what's up
Tryna split through my one way [E] niggas out of luck
I'm [D] on the gates, I'm tryna let it dump
First check that I [E] see, I bet I send them up
Rookin' [D] naughty, real naughty, Rocky in my up
Big knock on my body, damn nigga, flirt like
Order five, keep suces with the thirty sticks [E] like
I'm tryna [D] take a gunner off the list
Thirty-one in the choppy, spinning through the mix like
One-fourth move up the floor, Clary up, yeah, [A] choppy ain't stoppin' this shit
Big knock on my hip like a cop in his bitch
Got the knock, so I'll roof with a lift like a pimp
Have a bitch on him up and we gon' leave him drip
Hit the drum, rep'n's like a artisan, know we not stoppin' till we hit our target
Spinnin' with my ouda, tryna spawn shit
We tryna lay him down just [E] like a corpse
So we them niggas you don't wanna stall with
We gon' keep spinnin' left until we ball shit
Do some shots like this, we watch his carpet
Hit his chest and leave a scar, say all them niggas is kids
And if I catch DeeDee, I'm doin' that big
Spin through his neck and his chest and his head
Bitch, I'm tryna knock off niggas' wings
And we still tourin' up from the fifth to the seventh
If he tryna run up, he a spliff
I'm a bitch, we spinnin' ground and [A] killin' him up in his bitch
And we [E] fuck with my wrist like A-O [G]-Rey
Go A out the A, [Gb] 38, beat his city, ain't leavin' no trace
Break down gang, go triple, he in lace like fake
Shot gang, go pick up his face
We throw shots at the outbroad, dang
Fuck a bitch with a crumb, we gon' [E] blast her all way
O-Y-Y-G, hear me out, L-B-S-H-5-M-B
Goku [Gb] don't play like
[A] Who the fuck is the A to type?
First thing we see, get cash on the side
Fuckin' with shots, so we do this close fight
Tryna run for this, rest of your life
Hop out, who next?
Speak with no fraud, that shit take it or die
We got a lot of shots left, chase down gang, hit him in his chest
[E] Like what?
Now I'm upset
If I see you, I should get put right to bed
30 stick tryna lead the team, right?
Double back, we tryna make sure he dead
Hold up, spot on the whip on the A, tryna catch me and watch this shit
Niggas pussy behind this shit
Take a trip to the gate just to find me a blimp
It's a lorry, get to the front here
Now we got good fiends, play this shit
Bro, side of me got him, now he don't exist
Like what happened, let's talk about next
He got hit with a [A] shot, he went out like Rick
Yo, kids don't let up the clip
Matter of fact, 05, every shot gon' hit
He bout to opt and we reverse the whip
TG back on me, tryna take a risk
I told Cuzzy, I got you, I'ma let it rip
I told Cuzzy, give me the six
I see the fist, I'm gon' feel like your head
He like, chill, watch this
Next thing I saw, a new wife in the split
Back on, nigga, make nobody quit
Tryna leave a op, dead on his grip
Ayo, Kevin, I'm trying to get jacked
Yo, 94, don't broke, flackin' his neck
We beat out Briana, we fixed to the [Dm] sack
We the strongest, [E] don't stack
Took it on mess, cause it's shot to the head
6-5, D on Ray, we caught it on the daps
So unless it get back to the set, [Eb] we shot to the brain
But I got left, nigga, Max, he got four-eight to [Ab] bag
Ain't no tellin' who's gonna be next
Dope tryna [B] run, felt to his death
Lotty got pussy, [G] got left by the jack
O-I-K, OG King, [Db] spin his U-Cost, tryna flock
[B] He can't, he can't, smoke it on Huncho, got flocked
Bro, I did, got the Mitchell dick, gotta [A] stay out the way
Taylor with Ray, be tryna catch a pack
100-side, triple, see the count on his back
Like, what, you know why, tryna catch me at act
Said, you spinning a fox, are you looking for Mack?
Nigga, catch up, my brother, I'm up in that strap
G24, got the B-Ride intact
I'm finna aim it, put it on his back
And the Beatles, I [D] rap, shit, whack _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ Like [Bb] Fonz on top, _ girl, he late
[Eb] _ _ [Bb] Like O, it's a problem, with a Y
Hoodie creep through the front, I'ma creep through the back
I'm the nozzle, leave a flag
Go deep, call Fonz, and get some on the mat
Spitting through doctors, I'm tired of that chat
When the fuck the next cut up Mack?
I'm on the secret, tryna put [F] that
I got a lot of papi,