Chords for NBA Youngboy - Kick Yo Door (Official Video)

[N] _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [E] I said [Em] hold your hands high, don't make me let it blow
This ain't the time for games now bitch, I'ma wipe your nose
Slap, I'ma sky, nigga
Ball, hit the ground [B] bitch
We don't make no sound [Em] bitch, we came here for the pounds
[Bm] Show me what a minute for your head, I leave some rounds
This shit could go [Em] straight up, I could leave here with your head split
Bitch, and don't say shit ain't up [B] in here, I know that ain't right
[A] Bitch, we smoked you cooking dope up here the other [Em] night
I'm starting to think that [B] you a smoker, why you got a pipe?
You [A] make a move and I'ma bat you with this fucking pipe
Bitch, 30, straight conniving, nigga, breaking in your shit
Go extra real, nigga, bout it, and it can't play me like no bitch
Play with me, you muffled up, I tell my shoulder, [G] make a wish
Back to this, I'm here for that now nigga, come up off [Em] your shit
Ball, bitch, kick your dog, uh
Meet you, find a stand spot, make him hit the floor, uh
I say all your heads, I don't make me let it blow
This ain't the time for games now bitch, I'ma wipe your nose
Slap, I'ma sky, nigga
[B] Ball, hit the ground bitch
We don't make no sound bitch, we came here for the pounds
Tell me where [Em] the money for your head, I leave some rounds
This shit could go straight up, I could leave it with your heads bitch
Red bitch, told her green flag, [Bm] she banged fucking trash
Dead bitches talking, [G] group of bitches always in my face
Better niggas, he got plenty, bout it, call the medic case
Nobody safe and all he wanna know is who gon' [Em] die today
Bitch, wake that nigga up in traffic, he got road rage
He's your wife, that nigga knows for a whole time
He on probation, need he thuggin', fuck with people, [B] dang
Said he gon' buy his bro [Am] a Cullis with some canni-
Get [Em] that money nigga
Get your dog, uh, meet your friend at stand spot, make him hit the floor, uh
I say all your heads, I don't make me let it blow
This ain't the time for games now bitch, I'ma wipe your nose
Slap, I'ma sky, nigga
Ball, hit the ground bitch
[B] We don't make no sound bitch, we came here for the pounds
Tell [Em] me where the money for your head, I leave some rounds
This [Bm] shit could go straight up, I could leave [Em] it with your heads bitch
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