Chords for Meekz - Scene Smasher | P110

[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ Heh heh heh, money gangsta.
_ You know what it is,
_ _ _ Trap. _
Oh well, stop playing with these niggas. _
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_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ [N] _
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I've been working for a whole hour, in the trap for 20 days [N] and I had no shower.
I got workers in the trap, they never lie down.
Once I get dirty [F#] I can sweep them inside out.
Don't you think it's tight how, every single worker that I had got made me five pounds.
And disappeared with like five ton of money [C#] I had down.
[D] I'm fresh back from [C#] a time out.
Why you think I [F#m] really beat clubs and then [C#] fly out?
I got lots of got me thinking what's life about.
But when [F#m] it gets low, you won't see me going out.
I'm turning up with no pizza bar.
I get down, I get down until it's back up.
All I know is trap, trap, trap until it's [C#] back up.
Late nights, bagging really fix my [F#] money back up.
Got to keep hoes that I bag up.
Now [C#m] a days a nigga keep a pole [F#m] for a back up.
Got a hundred jennas that are going like a gaffer.
[D] _ [F#] Catching stripping with the dip, he gets stabbed up.
You know what it is, [C#] normally it's only [F#m] gangsta.
But some days I get gassed up.
But I ain't trying to see my hand in handcuffs.
I'm out of time, they hit the wing, [C#m] it must be bad luck.
Dropped [F#m] my first freestyle, niggas need to catch up.
Mask up, big fat, what does a fatso?
Run up on some hoes, I'm on the block [C#m] like Katya.
[F#m] I ain't really trying to do a show unless I'm strapped up.
Every grown nigga ever did put me racks up.
Ten quid, two boxes of the Dagg, bud.
We hit the [C#] studio, bangers.
I dropped trappist, now they calling it the anthem.
We out [F#] on the wing shit.
Change the case, [C#] still active in the same [F#m] way.
I ain't the kind [C#] of kid you want to play [F#m] with.
I'm in the ding-a [C#m]-ding, putting in a great shit.
[D] I'm in the ding-a [C#]-ding, putting in a great shit. _ _ _
I'm _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] in the ding-a-ding, [C#] _ _ _ _ _
putting in a great [F#] shit. _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
[D#] _ [G] Yeah, _ [B] me and them ain't the same, we some [E] different men.
_ [C#m] _ _ Me, you can't relate, you ain't been [G#] to Penn.
I think [D#m] twice and then think again.
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[E] I [C#m] fucked up with my ginger head, throwing bed work all in [B] my press.
My bitch back, yo, yo, [D#m] depressed.
Now it's hotel, so I can't [E] de-stress.
Remember days I used to piss the bed when my house was cold and my mum [D#] went home.
[B] Still hear that phone ring tone, I was big for gold, cause it's in [E] my bones.
Get in and then bring it home, out of town all on [D#] my own.
Say you can't believe you ain't [G#m] doing shows.
Madness the way music [E] goes, I'm cooling on my Culio.
Where you from, what hood you know?
[G] Dead that I'm [B] in the studio, I [G#m] done too much of that doing [E] road.
Only 21 but I'm getting old.
Moncler on my [D#] feathered coat, crack spilling on [G#m] 20 no's.
Stars locked up when they buried, [E] bro.
Deep shit I can't let go.
Sat there working [D#] hollyhocks, eating porridge [D#m] oats.
Thinking someone's got a goal, you ain't [E] lived that then you'll never know.
_ Lived that then you'll [D#] never know.
If I robbed you then that's a [G#m] bit of moles.
Give you free tickets to a niggas [E] shows.
_ _ _ Never argue over [D#] silly hoes.
Bad bitches, [B] she's digging gold.
Do I change my name or do I [E] change my form?
Attitude, what's with your tone?
Bad trap and I'm [D#] washing bone.
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