T.I. - Wraith ft. Yo Gotti Chords

_ _ Hey, can I ride y'all bikes? _
Nah, you're too small.
No bro, I'm not too small.
But I'm trying to let me get on his bike.
Oh yeah, that's chill.
Hey _ _ chill!
Hey, [A] I got a runner here right quick.
[F] What's up man?
I'm trying to go [D#m] to the party.
[F] You're going to go to the big dog [B] party.
Can you borrow my car?
Where's your mama man?
She old out.
[D#m] Okay, okay, cool.
Yeah, sure you can borrow my car.
Right [F] on.
_ [D#] _
_ _ _ _ [G#] _ [N] Oh yeah! _
_ Why _ _ _ hell nah?
_ Why hell nah?
Hey man, he took my coffee. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ [C#m] _ Hey _ man.
I got a real short list of
shit I like to do.
Get money.
Yeah.
Kick shit.
_ _ I just want to ball.
Yeah.
That's the list nigga, that's it.
I just want to ball in the grave.
Brawl in the way.
And I wanna take my shot.
Pray to God, if at all in the day.
I'm a daughter with the papers.
Fuck her head until the day I die.
Fuck with them bitches, stay fuck with them niggas.
Before you were getting going, I was getting to it.
Booty town, banging roads in the neighborhood.
Catching cases [C#] before I got to get some paper good.
The [C#m] homie asked me,
how do you know you came up?
I said you deal with lead bitches, when in late, friend.
I don't like them, feel that way about them.
A lot of rappers, I don't talk about them.
OD niggas ain't gonna [G#m] bust a great man, they just talking [C#m] loud.
God body, got a problem nigga,
go to war about it.
Have a problem understanding your logic.
Man, for 400, take your honey into a luncheon.
And for more money, don't believe it when you tell me.
Ain't no pun intended.
Military guns in the mansion, ain't no running in it.
A rubber when I fuck that bitch, it ain't no coming in it.
Send my first album, I been serious.
Ain't no funny, Benny.
[G#m] Bitch, ain't no funny, Benny.
[C#m] No weapon give me shit prosper.
But it's welcome to form, new from the day I was born.
I perform in the form, ringing bells and blowing horn.
What my name called?
I'm just a self-made nigga and a rave dog.
I just walk all in the ring,
growl in the way, and I wanna, I'ma make my shag.
Praise God, it's been all in the day.
Don't know where the paper,
fuck I ended to the day [G#m] I die.
Yeah, yeah, [C#m] yeah, yeah.
Fuck with them bitches, stay fuck with them nigga dog.
Before you were getting going, I was getting done.
I just wanna ball in the ring,
[G#m] growl in the way, [C#m] and I wanna, I'ma make my shag.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm a dope boy, legend.
Streets on Revit, not a stone in a watch.
No chum on the niggas.
They say I'm a nigga, yeah, I might be.
Don't give a fuck about no nigga [F#] who don't like me.
[C#m] If I go to jail today, that bitch gon' write me.
No, she gon' fuck me.
No, if a nigga go broke,
I better race on the Super Bowl.
In the kitchen super cold.
Six hours, four pipes, this a super cold.
Boy, I never had a plaque and a hit.
Boy, I better had a Mac and some bricks.
If it's thugs in the race,
got the titles in the safe.
Got the lawyers on deck, got the money for the case.
Truck, truck demo,
guns on demo.
Me and Black Youngster back to back, I am a famo.
We a white man, come on.
Boy, she wanna check for the procedures that I'm on.
I just wanna ball in the ring,
brawl in the ring,
and I wanna take my shot.
I pray to God, it's been all in the day.
Dollar with the paper, fuck I ain't at the date.
I got it, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Fuck with them bitches, stay fuck with them niggas, dog.
Before you were getting going, I was getting good.
I just wanna ball in the ring,
brawl in the ring,
and I wanna take my shot.
[C#] Presidential swag in the slum with the hair now.
[D] Renting up a bag, do it [N] for them.
Get the pants high, dab in my bag.
Get to her, wear her ass high.
Dick gang great, get to her till she [C#m] pants high.
The whip came, had B12.
Hold a blanket, so to stretch it.
Quarter out a hoe with no detail.
_ [G#] Shout out to all [C#] my niggas
who legit am I, they figure.
Now they [D] rich and you just [C#m] get it out the blue.
They riding in the road right.
Came out the bottom, they ain't making more than no boy.
I always been a hustler,
not a robber, never stole nothing.
Trap it, flip it, work it, till it come up on the whole way.
Okay, [G#m] K-I-N [C#m]-G,
can't deny me, niggas still rhyming
about what we did in the night, niggas.
Yeah, see it on face, [A] dawg.
I'm just a real nigga riding in [N] the race, dawg. _ _
_ Hey, man.
Man, get out [B] my car, man.
Get your little bad ass out my car, man.
Come here.
_ Man, get your little ass out my car
before I forget how old you is, man.
Man, get on the_
How did you get in here?
Where did he pick you up from?
[D#m] I'm thinking,
she ain't got no clothes on, man.
[B] What you doing in here?
_ Is that breast milk [G#] I smell on you?
I [C#m] just wanna ball in the ring,
roll on the wing, and I wanna
take my shot.
Pretty girl, I've been all in your daily,
daughter with the papers, fuck her either today
[F] or I die, yeah, [C#] yeah, yeah.
Fuck with them bitches, stay fuck with them niggas,
before [C#m] you were getting going, I was getting killed.
I just wanna ball in the ring,
roll on the wing,
and I wanna take my shot, yeah, yeah, yeah. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ You ain't ready as back.
Hold on one second, though.
God [N] damn, I wasn't ready.
_ Man.
Yo, this gotta make the album.
Everything I play on you
is going on the album.
Nigga, this that baby ready for the city.
That's what it sounds like. _ _ _ _
Big sounds. _ _ _ _ _ _ _