Chords for Sha Ek - Most Dangerous Mixtape

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[Ab] _ I don't care about no label, no one can stop me if I gotta up [B] my top
I can't go on [Bm] like none of the opps do I
Now niggas tearin' the box, see how
Now niggas tearin' the box, you all got guilt [Gb] cause you thought you could [Bm] box
God, how many party niggas do it
Don't know [Gb] who get who, whip me or not
Oh I can't, I can't get back on that set
Fuck no, we gon' go to the bar
Tell [G] those brothers that they gotta really stop huffin' cause niggas are close to [Bm] the block
Everything's gay
Uh huh, now [Gb] niggas got me on [Bm] hot
I'ma go big and dab with the opp
And leave that bitch right with the box
After that nigga had that
[Dbm] Once a nigga did [Bm] that, then that
We the many niggas that got that
All 40 should've never said that
Cause we really proud for the rap, all call me, I see [Gb] them, I'm hoppin' my block
We the many [Bm] niggas that's smokin' on 30
[D] We be bulletproof, bro, we meant that
I don't [Eb] care about no label, no one can stop me
If I gotta up my [Bm] nub, I can't go on like none of [G] the opps do I
Now niggas tearin' [Bm] the box, see how
Now niggas tearin' the box, you all got guilt [Gb] cause you thought you could box
[Bm] God, how many party niggas do it
Don't know who get who, whip me or not _ _
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_ [Em] Fuck no, we gon' go to the bar
Tell those brothers that they gotta really stop huffin' cause niggas are close to the block Everything's gay
Stromside still might say, OGs are fucked up _ _ _
But us 32 boys ain't never botched _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Yo, I know to my acts them they never got shot
Me galique got me and you in my chow
While mi country been up we got flow
Ax out front like I low from the cow
K-Doos got Gore, got Co on the spot
He coulda really went all like Depop
Like Park, frank right _ _ _ _ _ _ _ gang
Me men got hunnid, you all get crazy
When you off your block
Pink came in, here with his _ head
Number 7 road in Lela
He said another job, this is my block
Close out a run, but he couldn't make it
He took four-five shots to the top
Niggas be mad cause I stuck on on B
How he dodge is like Mulati
If that was me I would've called [Gb] a homie
I'm not [G] hottie, I know where to find me
Too [Em] rich, he's dodging, I stuck on on B&B
Just like I was stuck on on D&D
She gon' really be here in [E] the back
She got that cut, [C] you bout to be next
[Em] _ _ While the opps on the act, they ain't never got shot
Bigger lick up me, you on my top
When my cousin ran up, he got flopped
Ix out front, I got a look from the couch
K-Dooz got gold, got caught on the spot
He could've really went all-in, T-POP
Top to the nine, I'm to the front, fuck my side
He in the box, don't break it, we make it hot
You don't get crazy when you off your block
Team money got a punch, it got burned to the spot
He said _ _ another job, this is my block
Close out a run, but he couldn't make it
He took four-five shots to the top _ _ _ _
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_ Feelin' love in my heart at the fullback
Cause niggas be cappin' they rap
Fuck all this music shit when it came down to the fill
Bitch I was quick to attack
Doppin' on anything, bitch be the real deal
Wait, I feel like we [B] started [D] this shit
Think I be mad for [Gb] my heart and this shit
Went through [B] my stats, see how hard this goes
But fully betcha got a one in nine
[D] But it's 5-0 to the [Bm] block
But see what we got, I put him in the front
Everything that got a stand on that shit
[D] I give a fuck about the DVC with the opps
So you know that I'm punchin' that bitch
I give a fuck about the DVC [Db] with the opps
So you know that [Gbm] I be punchin' that bitch
Keep fuckin' when I'm off the mag
[D] Spin the set, watch him fly
Knockers on knockers, don't run up on me
I keep one in the head, nigga, I'm never like it
Beat it off of the shoes, couldn't clap them
Told EK, pass [B] me the ratchet [G] like
_ [Gb] Glock, Glock, Glock
Can't fly, he never did nothing
When they see me, they gon' see me [D] upping
Thought I was black, got shot in the stomach
Gotta doubt it, she ready for ruppin'
[Gbm] If she tryna lie to me, you know that I'm poppin'
Put the beam on his head, shoot his pumpkin
It's knobs, a lot of dysfunction
It's a big old party, you know we clutchin'
Know we ain't goin' for nothin'
I get lit if he's out on the rebel
We all think what the fuck is a pedal
Don't run, cause them bullets gon' catch
[B] Make a nigga freeze, lookin' [D] like a statue
I teach how to lick with the spokes
Fresh, and you really look like a joke
Fresh, we GDK, so all them [Gb] gizmo
Spin it through, they block clutchin' on the toe
How [Gbm] you every on shot with no pole?
I really do this after I started rappin'
Run up on me, I'ma get the clappin'
Run up on me, then I'm causin' havoc
We gon' stretch a nigga, no elastic
Shoot Glock, play for the [D] maverick _
_ _ [Db] _ [B] Shoot Glock, play for [Gbm] the maverick
Feel the love in my heart, I don't fall back
[D] Cause niggas be cappin', they ride
Fuck all this music shit, when it came down to the field
Bitch, I was hooked to the top
Jumpin' on anything, piss you the real deal away
I feel like we startin' this shit
Think I'm in love, but my heart [Gb] in this shit
Went through [Gbm] my sassy, all hearts gon' kick
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[Cm] _ _ _ Why I [C] be rappin' like a nigga, selfie, I see me
All y'all niggas did was bluff
I got the top of your nigga, if you was a [Ab] factor
You would've been in the [G] blood
Definitely got you too, put me on these [Cm] shows
That's what I know that I want
Put the opps, tell CR Pops
Go get back with some
Cause [C] these friends, they ain't never do shit
Hop for the ring when that nigga out here
It be funny cause every time I knew out [Ab] there
Only these bitches try to come [C] through thick
I keep hittin' them, screamin' out suicide [Gm] gang
So I smoke a frickey, I smoke a [C] rip
Y'all is a dollar, young guys [Ab] age
My one 50's be [Eb] towin' the [C] crib
Like, my nigga just got [Cm] indicted
Win or lose, they still gon' fight it
They in the best lockdown, they see a 8-0
Watch out, [Gm] all niggas gon' light it
[Cm] Press no doubt, tryna get him a pizza, bow
That got me excited, that was fun
Of course we gon' lick [Ab] with the fire
Cause all of them niggas was [Cm] dying
Why I be rappin' like a nigga in South, y'all see me
All y'all [Bb] niggas did was bluff
[G] I got the drop in you nigga, if you was a [C] factor
You would've been in the blood
Definitely got you too, put me on these shows
That's what I know that I want
Put the opps, tell CR Pops
Go get back with some _
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_ _ _ _ [F] Gang gang, nigga what?
No passes, I was the young nigga skippin' the classes
Pulled out, pack it to the top
They call me young, I'm a lot of fun
Send someone in, I gang on the rock
PC be lookin', put cream in the spot
If I double hold, ain't shop
_ _ _ Nigga what?
No passes, I was the young nigga skippin' the classes
Pulled out, pack it to the top
They call me young, I'm [Bb] a lot of fun
Send someone in, I gang on the rock
PC be lookin', put cream in the spot
If I double hold, ain't shop
We thought it, when I'm under you shop
No name jumping, but I diss you
You gon' be right in this room, and they miss you
I'm efficient, [Bbm] I got it
Remember them days when I was with the Prince
[Ebm] Hoes snitch, y'all niggas buggin'
When I got a book out, he [Bb] never say nothing
Now my bitch, got, got, got
She throw it back, we fuckin'
I got so many opps, I'm dumpin'
When I shoot my adrenaline rushin'
We got touch, we got touchin'
I start boostin', I never did nothin'
I just start that label, and this is so crazy
Cause they ain't even know that I'm clutchin'
I just start that label, and this is so crazy
Cause they ain't even know that I'm clutchin'
Okay, I got too many opps
Had to go, spent too many bucks
I can't wait till I get to the top
I can say I did it for my pride
Fuck it, when I bump, I'm not no shots
Gang, gang, gang, like fuck it
When I bump, I'm not no shots
Gang, gang, gang Nigga what?
[F] No passes, I was the young nigga skippin' the classes
Pulled out, pack it to the top
They call me young, I'm a lot of fun
Send someone in, I gang on the rock _ _ _
If I was up, I hold it in shock
We thought it, where is my mother, you suck [Ebm] Nigga what?
No passes, I was the young nigga skippin' the classes
Pulled out, pack it to the top
They call me young, I'm a lot of fun
[F] Send someone in, I gang on the rock
Feacin' be looking for cream in the spot
If I was up, I hold it in shock
We thought it, where is my mother, you suck _ _
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_ _ [Gm] _ _ _ gang, gang
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_ _ _ _ Nigga OG's the fuck [D] up
_ _ _ Nigga they want [G] me gone but I'm still here
In a week I'ma cop me a Rollie Nigga we came from riding the Stollies
Spread the rumors nigga you don't know me They got me moving like Bishop
I gotta walk on my crib truck How you talk that you giggling you bitch thug?
I don't care about this shit [D] nigga switch up I got so [G] many options just me
So you know that I'm terminal Jackie For the goose they flying in Pataki
[D] I'ma do whatever make you [A] happy That's [G] what I told on my bitch
And that pussy get wider and wider Every song I fire I'm getting [D] better
I told Benny niggas bout to lock up Fuck a [G] dummy nigga got me smack
[Fm] I'ma spit to the front and the back I be double [G] rock on like Rippey
[N] On the block I'm always moving grippy Fuck a [G] dummy nigga got me smack
I'ma spit to the front and the back I be double rock on like Rippey
On the block I'm always moving grippy
Nigga they with me going but I'm still here In a week I'ma cop me a Rollie
Nigga we came from [D] riding the Stollies Spread the rumors nigga you don't know me
They [G] got me moving like Bishop I gotta walk on my crib truck
How you talk that you giggling you bitch thug?
I don't care about this shit [D] nigga switch up
Nigga they [G] with me going but I'm still here In a week I'ma cop me a Rollie
Nigga we came from riding the [D] Stollies Spread the rumors nigga [A] you don't know me
They [G] got me moving like Bishop I gotta walk on my crib truck
How you talk that you giggling you [D] bitch thug?
I don't care about this shit nigga switch up
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