Chords for Kitchen (feat. BIG30)

I'ma make it my own.
_ _ Damn, man.
[Gm] This is too hard.
[Fm] Yeah.
_ Fuck a nigga talkin' bout niggas.
Yeah.
_ [C] _ _ [Fm] He pointin' his bulge in my bezel.
This bitch icy.
Fuck the world.
[G] I can't keep no plug
cause we too [F] slimy.
Yeah.
Papa Thills will blow up on the run.
So I'm lookin' tiny.
Big F and N.
Clip stuck on that bitch.
I call him Slammy.
[Fm] The way this Rollie dancin' in the sun.
This shit look igni.
Get up, ghetto niggas.
I done [Gm] put my Wraith on 26.
Yeah.
[Fm] Get the hood.
Drop a heavy [F] bag.
They think it's Christmas.
[Fm] Beam on the Glock.
Shit blue and [Gm] red.
Look like the [Fm] pistachio.
You screamin' rest in peace to your mans.
But you ain't step by.
Walk him down.
I just helped you out.
Now you can rest by.
Sold a nigga 5,000 blues.
Them bitches pressed down.
Before I found the plug in the city.
I beat the lakes down.
I really had my way
with this shit.
I don't do no capping.
Hit the titty [Gm] bar with my Glock.
I call that pole [Fm] dance.
You ain't got no
respect in your hood.
They don't get
no action.
Pulled a 4k.
Popped
two [D] Perkys and now I'm slow [F] dancin'.
Made my first [F] million bar jury.
Bitch, I'm a statistic.
Sat him up.
He in that [G] trick bag.
I'm a [F] magician.
Love that fashion.
Spent [F#] the light
ten on [Fm] some good Christmas.
When I cook it always come [Gm] back.
I got a good [Fm] kitchen.
_ Ayy.
Bitch, I been creeping.
If I tell a lie [C] up in this
tone then you can quit listening.
[Fm] I done drunk
up to an erected week off in the
Quincey.
Posting on the map with them
[D] killers.
It feel like [Fm] South Memphis.
Plus I come from the trenches.
This shit
ain't nothing new.
[C] Young nigga with
power in my hood.
I'm who they run to.
Got to buy myself.
Gon' shoot my
gun [F] and kill some too.
I'm smoking
on that oppa.
Chilling [D] with the niggas
slump too.
[Fm] _ Ayy.
Ain't too many niggas like [C] this.
Try to fight up in that club.
Make you fight
for your life, bitch.
[Fm] All the pieces
straight to Memphis.
Shout out to my wife,
got all these rappers copping [C] Cartier
but this some light [F] shit.
These pointers bulging out [Fm] my bezel.
This
bitch icy.
Fuck the world.
I
[Gm] can't keep no plug cause we too slimy.
[F] Pop a Thizzle, blow up Ponder Runs.
I'm [Fm] looking tiny.
Big F and N.
Clip stuck [D] on that bitch.
I call them slimy.
The [Fm] way this Rollie dancing in
the sun.
This shit look ignorant.
Ghetto niggas.
I [C] done put my ray from
[Fm] 2060s.
Get the hood.
Drop a heavy bag.
They think it's Christmas.
Beam on the Glock.
Shit blue and red.
Look like the piss. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
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