Chords for Kevin Gates - Flicka Da Wrist (Produced By Fred On Em)
Tempo:
124.95 bpm
Chords used:
F#m
C#
C#m
G#m
A#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I woke up feeling like I couldn't feel no battle [F#m] I don't want no fucking Alka-Sex
I woke up feeling like I couldn't [C#m] feel no battle Mama pray for me, my [C#] friends fake,
I need a hundred stapples They hate the flick of my wrist, really be
willing to fence Video vixen look kill, squirreling while I'm
sticking dick in her ribs I told her I was a beautician, whip out the
scissors, get rid of split [F#m] ends I'm fooling myself, bae, I'm traveling, feel
like I'm greater whatever it is I'm catching plays, I mean Kevin Gates
I ain't got no chill, breadwinner every way
Look who just sat at the table, make your hoe [C#] go fetch him a plate
Then I pull up in a Porsche, met whoever willing to race
Charter dismissed by the feds, still gotta deal with the state
Whoop him, I got plenty, cushion you pussy, pick two over somebody, gon' lay in your bushes
Two time convicted of snitch for the fully, jump out and feel it, no need for the hoodie
Street lover nigga who really a gangster, go take my jacket, you know I'ma pull it
[F#m] AR out, hit the line, I'm like what the business?
Just find a lean, I'ma sip it, I don't trust no bitch
Look at the flick of that wrist, video from the back, [C#] I'm killing your bitch
Loving my swag, MC Hammer, wanna quit but I'm just too legit
Baltimore Oreos, had Mr.
Gates Corner to corner, they flooded with H
Hit the corner, stole back what's a entrepreneur Money order, two stamps and an envelope
Commissary in prison, they money low, jumping and dodging a fist like a Mario
Camera belt buckle, these rats catching audio, running the money, you're working no cardio
Left outta Boston and visited Denver, we had a threesome but we don't remember
Reds from the grids, it's [F#m] still stuck to my fingertips, twisting the stings, stimulating my mental
[C#] SLS 550, mansion interior, while at the red light I stay looking serious
Wanna question me, I don't know nothing bout shit in Kentucky, I'm dealing with Benjamin
Elephant whip in the trunk and the front, but [F#m] I still cannot figure out where the ignition is
While at the airport I'm being surrounded, I'm thinking of flying in private
All in the bathroom with my flight attendant, ho, why is your hand in my private?
On IG I talk, I be lively, in [C#] public I'm moving in silence
Penitentiary rules in effect, get respect, if I don't get it back I get violent
Karasidic straight drop, got a wallet, me, Julianne Fuller and Pua out of body
Oughta see my new bitch, she excited, wasn't talking bout you, ho, be quiet
Silver Shadow, Jibro, reversible stock, my new girl, I keep her right on side me
Back to jail, I suspected a rivalry, jump in bond, I won't sign out my property
You think Brassick got baddest?
Well, probably, dive in the crowd, yeah, gangsta so possibly
Watch the rappers, few bitch niggas knocking me, cause they burden their chickens
Won't fly to me, all in New York, be with Maino and Capo, I roll by myself and ain't nobody stopping me
Ain't no [F#m] more real niggas I'm who Jay-Z and Kanye like to listen to, honestly
[C#] They probably won't tell you that, honestly, super polite, got a record, they follow me
Tommy Hilfiger vest with the guests in them jeans, can't go cap on your top with the Wallabies
Johnny Blaze, she could seem like Rihanna, but rat it on dude, it took everything out of me
Ambrose, he messed over my nigga, when I get the rip, I expect her to lie to me
So the sign in the middle of my forehead, a broke motherfucker who hatin', don't bother me
Hey, look, I don't know how to be you bitch-ass nigga
All I know how to be is sneak, yeah
You can't say, man, I'll fuck with Gates
Then say something negative in the [F#m] same sentence
That don't even go together, old bitch-ass nigga
But you don't know that that ain't real
A nigga [C#] never taught you that that ain't real
Look at all my interviews, I never speak on no nigga
You hear me?
Penitentiary rules in [G#m] effect, old pussy [A#]-ass nigga
I woke up feeling like I couldn't [C#m] feel no battle Mama pray for me, my [C#] friends fake,
I need a hundred stapples They hate the flick of my wrist, really be
willing to fence Video vixen look kill, squirreling while I'm
sticking dick in her ribs I told her I was a beautician, whip out the
scissors, get rid of split [F#m] ends I'm fooling myself, bae, I'm traveling, feel
like I'm greater whatever it is I'm catching plays, I mean Kevin Gates
I ain't got no chill, breadwinner every way
Look who just sat at the table, make your hoe [C#] go fetch him a plate
Then I pull up in a Porsche, met whoever willing to race
Charter dismissed by the feds, still gotta deal with the state
Whoop him, I got plenty, cushion you pussy, pick two over somebody, gon' lay in your bushes
Two time convicted of snitch for the fully, jump out and feel it, no need for the hoodie
Street lover nigga who really a gangster, go take my jacket, you know I'ma pull it
[F#m] AR out, hit the line, I'm like what the business?
Just find a lean, I'ma sip it, I don't trust no bitch
Look at the flick of that wrist, video from the back, [C#] I'm killing your bitch
Loving my swag, MC Hammer, wanna quit but I'm just too legit
Baltimore Oreos, had Mr.
Gates Corner to corner, they flooded with H
Hit the corner, stole back what's a entrepreneur Money order, two stamps and an envelope
Commissary in prison, they money low, jumping and dodging a fist like a Mario
Camera belt buckle, these rats catching audio, running the money, you're working no cardio
Left outta Boston and visited Denver, we had a threesome but we don't remember
Reds from the grids, it's [F#m] still stuck to my fingertips, twisting the stings, stimulating my mental
[C#] SLS 550, mansion interior, while at the red light I stay looking serious
Wanna question me, I don't know nothing bout shit in Kentucky, I'm dealing with Benjamin
Elephant whip in the trunk and the front, but [F#m] I still cannot figure out where the ignition is
While at the airport I'm being surrounded, I'm thinking of flying in private
All in the bathroom with my flight attendant, ho, why is your hand in my private?
On IG I talk, I be lively, in [C#] public I'm moving in silence
Penitentiary rules in effect, get respect, if I don't get it back I get violent
Karasidic straight drop, got a wallet, me, Julianne Fuller and Pua out of body
Oughta see my new bitch, she excited, wasn't talking bout you, ho, be quiet
Silver Shadow, Jibro, reversible stock, my new girl, I keep her right on side me
Back to jail, I suspected a rivalry, jump in bond, I won't sign out my property
You think Brassick got baddest?
Well, probably, dive in the crowd, yeah, gangsta so possibly
Watch the rappers, few bitch niggas knocking me, cause they burden their chickens
Won't fly to me, all in New York, be with Maino and Capo, I roll by myself and ain't nobody stopping me
Ain't no [F#m] more real niggas I'm who Jay-Z and Kanye like to listen to, honestly
[C#] They probably won't tell you that, honestly, super polite, got a record, they follow me
Tommy Hilfiger vest with the guests in them jeans, can't go cap on your top with the Wallabies
Johnny Blaze, she could seem like Rihanna, but rat it on dude, it took everything out of me
Ambrose, he messed over my nigga, when I get the rip, I expect her to lie to me
So the sign in the middle of my forehead, a broke motherfucker who hatin', don't bother me
Hey, look, I don't know how to be you bitch-ass nigga
All I know how to be is sneak, yeah
You can't say, man, I'll fuck with Gates
Then say something negative in the [F#m] same sentence
That don't even go together, old bitch-ass nigga
But you don't know that that ain't real
A nigga [C#] never taught you that that ain't real
Look at all my interviews, I never speak on no nigga
You hear me?
Penitentiary rules in [G#m] effect, old pussy [A#]-ass nigga
Key:
F#m
C#
C#m
G#m
A#
F#m
C#
C#m
_ _ I woke up feeling like I couldn't feel no battle [F#m] I don't want no fucking Alka-Sex
I woke up feeling like I couldn't [C#m] feel no battle Mama pray for me, my [C#] friends fake,
I need a hundred stapples They hate the flick of my wrist, really be
willing to fence Video vixen look kill, squirreling while I'm
sticking dick in her ribs I told her I was a beautician, whip out the
scissors, get rid of split [F#m] ends I'm fooling myself, bae, I'm traveling, feel
like I'm greater whatever it is I'm catching plays, I mean Kevin Gates
I ain't got no chill, _ breadwinner every way
Look who just sat at the table, make your hoe [C#] go fetch him a plate
Then I pull up in a Porsche, met whoever willing to race
Charter dismissed by the feds, still gotta deal with the state
Whoop him, I got plenty, cushion you pussy, pick two over somebody, gon' lay in your bushes
Two time convicted of snitch for the fully, jump out and feel it, no need for the hoodie
Street lover nigga who really a gangster, go take my jacket, you know I'ma pull it
[F#m] AR out, hit the line, I'm like what the business?
Just find a lean, I'ma sip it, I don't trust no bitch
Look at the flick of that wrist, video from the back, [C#] I'm killing your bitch
Loving my swag, MC Hammer, wanna quit but I'm just too legit
Baltimore Oreos, had Mr.
Gates Corner to corner, they flooded with H
Hit the corner, stole back what's a entrepreneur Money order, two stamps and an envelope
Commissary in prison, they money low, jumping and dodging a fist like a Mario
Camera belt buckle, these rats catching audio, running the money, you're working no cardio
Left outta Boston and visited Denver, we had a threesome but we don't remember
Reds from the grids, it's [F#m] still stuck to my fingertips, twisting the stings, stimulating my mental
[C#] SLS 550, mansion interior, while at the red light I stay looking serious
Wanna question me, I don't know nothing bout shit in Kentucky, I'm dealing with Benjamin
Elephant whip in the trunk and the front, but [F#m] I still cannot figure out where the ignition is
While at the airport I'm being surrounded, I'm thinking of flying in private
All in the bathroom with my flight attendant, ho, why is your hand in my private?
On IG I talk, I be lively, in [C#] public I'm moving in silence
Penitentiary rules in effect, get respect, if I don't get it back I get violent
Karasidic straight drop, got a wallet, me, Julianne Fuller and Pua out of body
Oughta see my new bitch, she excited, wasn't talking bout you, ho, be quiet
Silver Shadow, Jibro, reversible stock, my new girl, I keep her right on side me
Back to jail, I suspected a rivalry, jump in bond, I won't sign out my property
You think Brassick got baddest?
Well, probably, dive in the crowd, yeah, gangsta so possibly
Watch the rappers, few bitch niggas knocking me, cause they burden their chickens
Won't fly to me, all in New York, be with Maino and Capo, I roll by myself and ain't nobody stopping me
Ain't no [F#m] more real niggas I'm who Jay-Z and Kanye like to listen to, honestly
[C#] They probably won't tell you that, honestly, super polite, got a record, they follow me
Tommy Hilfiger vest with the guests in them jeans, can't go cap on your top with the Wallabies
Johnny Blaze, she could seem like Rihanna, but rat it on dude, it took everything out of me
Ambrose, he messed over my nigga, when I get the rip, I expect her to lie to me
So the sign in the middle of my forehead, a broke motherfucker who hatin', don't bother me
Hey, look, I don't know how to be you bitch-ass nigga
All I know how to be is sneak, yeah
You can't say, man, I'll fuck with Gates
Then say something negative in the [F#m] same sentence
That don't even go together, old bitch-ass nigga
But you don't know that that ain't real
A nigga [C#] never taught you that that ain't real
Look at all my interviews, I never speak on no nigga
You hear me?
Penitentiary rules in [G#m] effect, old pussy [A#]-ass nigga _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I woke up feeling like I couldn't [C#m] feel no battle Mama pray for me, my [C#] friends fake,
I need a hundred stapples They hate the flick of my wrist, really be
willing to fence Video vixen look kill, squirreling while I'm
sticking dick in her ribs I told her I was a beautician, whip out the
scissors, get rid of split [F#m] ends I'm fooling myself, bae, I'm traveling, feel
like I'm greater whatever it is I'm catching plays, I mean Kevin Gates
I ain't got no chill, _ breadwinner every way
Look who just sat at the table, make your hoe [C#] go fetch him a plate
Then I pull up in a Porsche, met whoever willing to race
Charter dismissed by the feds, still gotta deal with the state
Whoop him, I got plenty, cushion you pussy, pick two over somebody, gon' lay in your bushes
Two time convicted of snitch for the fully, jump out and feel it, no need for the hoodie
Street lover nigga who really a gangster, go take my jacket, you know I'ma pull it
[F#m] AR out, hit the line, I'm like what the business?
Just find a lean, I'ma sip it, I don't trust no bitch
Look at the flick of that wrist, video from the back, [C#] I'm killing your bitch
Loving my swag, MC Hammer, wanna quit but I'm just too legit
Baltimore Oreos, had Mr.
Gates Corner to corner, they flooded with H
Hit the corner, stole back what's a entrepreneur Money order, two stamps and an envelope
Commissary in prison, they money low, jumping and dodging a fist like a Mario
Camera belt buckle, these rats catching audio, running the money, you're working no cardio
Left outta Boston and visited Denver, we had a threesome but we don't remember
Reds from the grids, it's [F#m] still stuck to my fingertips, twisting the stings, stimulating my mental
[C#] SLS 550, mansion interior, while at the red light I stay looking serious
Wanna question me, I don't know nothing bout shit in Kentucky, I'm dealing with Benjamin
Elephant whip in the trunk and the front, but [F#m] I still cannot figure out where the ignition is
While at the airport I'm being surrounded, I'm thinking of flying in private
All in the bathroom with my flight attendant, ho, why is your hand in my private?
On IG I talk, I be lively, in [C#] public I'm moving in silence
Penitentiary rules in effect, get respect, if I don't get it back I get violent
Karasidic straight drop, got a wallet, me, Julianne Fuller and Pua out of body
Oughta see my new bitch, she excited, wasn't talking bout you, ho, be quiet
Silver Shadow, Jibro, reversible stock, my new girl, I keep her right on side me
Back to jail, I suspected a rivalry, jump in bond, I won't sign out my property
You think Brassick got baddest?
Well, probably, dive in the crowd, yeah, gangsta so possibly
Watch the rappers, few bitch niggas knocking me, cause they burden their chickens
Won't fly to me, all in New York, be with Maino and Capo, I roll by myself and ain't nobody stopping me
Ain't no [F#m] more real niggas I'm who Jay-Z and Kanye like to listen to, honestly
[C#] They probably won't tell you that, honestly, super polite, got a record, they follow me
Tommy Hilfiger vest with the guests in them jeans, can't go cap on your top with the Wallabies
Johnny Blaze, she could seem like Rihanna, but rat it on dude, it took everything out of me
Ambrose, he messed over my nigga, when I get the rip, I expect her to lie to me
So the sign in the middle of my forehead, a broke motherfucker who hatin', don't bother me
Hey, look, I don't know how to be you bitch-ass nigga
All I know how to be is sneak, yeah
You can't say, man, I'll fuck with Gates
Then say something negative in the [F#m] same sentence
That don't even go together, old bitch-ass nigga
But you don't know that that ain't real
A nigga [C#] never taught you that that ain't real
Look at all my interviews, I never speak on no nigga
You hear me?
Penitentiary rules in [G#m] effect, old pussy [A#]-ass nigga _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _