Chords for NBA Youngboy - Slime Belief (Official Video)

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When you left I ain't want a new life, now I'm happy on the in and out side
Can you make it better?
Chop out like Grissetta, post up with [A] Beretta, hustling [C#m] through the night yeah
Spend a block for the stretcher, put the hood up when we wet em
And it's all gon' be alright, yeah when the wrong choice take your life yeah
Gucci brand should be on top of that Nike [A] print, front on rich niggas kicking your bank though
And they should give a rollie to niggas who on it, who don't know a thing but [F#m] trap though
Blue [C#m] faces I put that over neck, that [A] shit that we selling'll make you relapse though
I'm sticking em, slipping right up in your cup though, I put that knife on the [E] map though
Turn [C#m] up on a bitch when I'm gone I'm a flirt, that hoe gon' fuck on the fans bitch
Stand behind me do the dash, keeping up in the vert you get jacked, I know shit you can't tax me
Pussy nigga throwing shots ain't at me, dropped up tell a nigga get at me
Stuffed love for a bitch won't trap me, before the body then I give him the Mac free
Got a pound in the car I'ma smoke on that, left the safe for a short and I'm coming back
If he say he won't smoke I know I'm falling back, on a bitch for the play I'ma blow the strap
He ain't using his head put it in his lap, he ain't balling could tell that he only rap
I just put 40 bands inside the trap, every [C#] manifestation I'm calling real gang
Now can you [A] make it better, trap out like [C#m]
Grissetta, poster with Beretta
Hustling through the night yeah, tell Jibba's alright yeah, hop out gun flames through the night yeah
You know I'm rocking you know that I'm [G#m] with it, you loyal to [C#] me I make sure that you get it
[C#m] If you want it you got it, you know I'm rocking they never could stop it, it's stuffed in my pocket
I go up for the store and they never could block it, after the show I count up in the mazzi
Tears fall [A] from the lies and spite, hundred bands through the time of the night
When you left I ain't want a little life, [C#m] now I'm happy on the in and outside
Stick it up throw it up watch it come back, got a whole hundred racks in the D or a bag
Count up that money I run up the stack, born on a jet with a illegal sprout
That shit that they talk I can tell you it's cap, I'm about to X and I only took half
Stay energized I fall back from the tap, what I have in my way I'ma pay off the staff
I'm real like it ain't no bitch I can't have, got a run boot with the fur like a bell
Really if he out of that Gucci and Prada I got on I three and I boss every fly
When it's up we be sliding and ducking from 12, time wise clock wise I ain't number four
Ain't no slacking we hustling we on it for real, he don't give it we take it you know what it is
Can you [A] make it better, drop out [C#m] like Grissetta, post up _ [A] like _ [C#m] Grissetta
Can you make it better, drop out like Grissetta, post up like _ Grissetta
Post up with [A] Beretta, [G#] [F#] hustling [C#m] through the night yeah
Can you make it better, drop out like Grissetta, post up with Beretta, hustling through the night yeah
Spend a block for the stretch, I'ma make the hood up when we wet on
And it's all gonna be alright, when that wrong choice take your life yeah
Gucci Prada on top of that Nike print, front on Rich Niggas
And that shit get real rolly, niggas who on it who don't know _ _ _
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