Chords for Meek Mill (ft. AR-AB) - Goons Gone Wild

Yeah, DJ Difference man, Mr.
Can't Stop man, make sure y'all pick up the Real Meat documentary,
man that's in the stores real soon, man.
Trap pound, crack crowns, meet Millie, bloodhound, grimy, thirsty, bow that you heard me, glizzy
on diddick, clip-holdin' 30, lookin' [C] for these fuckboys to do these niggas dirty, [D]
[Bb] yeah, play
tough, I dare you, my goons they balloon shit, air you, naw, nigga I ain't tryin' to air you
and I [C] don't need no four pound, cause I ain't tryin' to scare [Bb] you, I just take the mean
to brawl, get up on you, near you, ask you for a light and bloody near you, tear you,
my niggas be ridin' low, tender with them choppers, though we spin your block like [C] Mr.
Soft, he spot you like a [A] domino, Simon [Bb] said he want you dead, I say that you gotta go,
so we gon' drop some shit on you, Geronimo, ace that, make that nigga diddy bop, take
that, take that, city [C] morning trip without a space pack, [Dm]
[Bb] my hood like goons goin' wild
when Ernie said that he don't even want no beef, he want a cow, a fool with them tools,
we don't even let him touch him, he get freaky [C] with them heaters, he be choppin', [A] go fuck
him, niggas creepin' in my [Bb] man yard, peekin' through the window, bird huntin' like the
gun game on Nintendo, wish that I was there, I probably woulda let him in though, and stretch
one of [C] them niggas like a limo, [A] try and score a touchdown, [Bb] nigga fuck around and catch
it, and no, cause I don't never go to sleep, and no, Nizar, you can't get behind me cause
my back's hitting winds off, yeah and [C] my drizzles ready [D] to clap, it's off, they gon' [Bb] murder
me so I gotta murder them first, and I'ma kill his cousin brother him first, give them
niggas brim work, chest work, they say that that's the best work, so [C] I'ma gun them down
like an expert, [Dm] tease, aiming at [Bb] you, and my mac go sneeze, more refrigerators put you
on freeze, fuck outta here, we do them niggas right and get up outta there, same place you
[C] put your hat, my nigga store [A] hollows there, I'm lowin' [Bb] up a uwok, listenin' to Tupac,
I'm a dope boy so the money in the shoebox, a hundred grand large, all off bars, I don't
[C] fuck with rappers, [Dm] all y'all frauds, [Bb] callin' all cars, I've got a gun, crack in the bag
cause Ab got a son, and he gotta eat, by any means, I got [C] two things, fuck a hoop dream,
[Bb] make it to the NBA, that's a pipe dream, Nick in depth smokin' rock, got a pipe scream,
I play the night scene, hard rock pitchin', 44 [C] with the long nose, stop [Bb] pimpin', I put
it on the line, I put it on my mind, I was shootin' niggas if they put it in my pow,
put it in my hands, them cooked up grand, where I'm [C] from, all the drug dealers [Bb] with
the man, fuck a rap buzz, I got a rap sheet, I'm a legend in jail and trap street, cast
in Swiss like Ab, just chill, you just [C] be a body and you still try to kill, [Bb] they talkin'
to a deaf man, 40 in my left hand, give a nigga wig shots then look for the next man,
I shoot to the pep jam, and pass it to Nile, I'll take [C] my soul if Ab said a [Dm] lie,
tryna [Bb] rhyme, Ab niggas axin' to die, last nigga tried I was lookin' at five, years
in a cell, I caught my lil' brother, he hit both [C] witness, then [Bb] I gotta quit it, I wave
one hand and my nigga told his, I tell him break your legs, I ain't talkin' show biz,
I'm talkin' yo kids, I make em' show ribs, my gun is