Chords for Traffic - Slidin ft. ScHoolboy Q and T.F [Official Music Video]

_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
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_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
No, you [Bm] don't be [B] sliding.
[Em] My nigga, you lying.
_ [Bm] You know you ain't right.
_ [Em] Ha.
[E] No, you [Bm] don't [B] be sliding.
[Em] My nigga, you lying.
_ [D] You know you behind.
Ha.
[Em] Bitch, bitch.
When it's on, and it's on, when that shit [D] got real.
I was on my last song, and that shit [Em] got real.
Life feel a hell of a lot better.
I was on my last song, and that shit [G] got real.
Keep a hold on [E] my phone, and that shit [Em] got real.
Mama kicked me out the house, man, that shit [D] got real.
Now I'm living [E] at my granny house, and shit got real.
Gotta keep an eye on peace, man, that shit got real.
[D#] You could die on my street, [Em] man, that shit got real.
I do this for the riders.
[D] I do this for my pops, day and dawn, and my load.
[Em] So my mama, and my mama, [A] and my [Bm] kids.
On big, I be doing [Em] my shit.
If I ain't selling dope, then I'm selling [Bm] your bitch.
My bitch is as wild on my two [Em]-part shit.
All blue, everything, so you can't see me.
I'm a [A] quick, [Bm] all blue, everything, you can tell I'm [Em] a quick.
Keep the nine on my hip, just in case [Bm] a nigga trip.
Man, this shit [B] get real.
I suggest you [Em] keep it still.
Keep it real with your peeps.
[Bm] If not, you gon' die in the streets.
[Em] My house, the gang house, if you speak.
[Bm] We about 50 deep.
I'm deep way [Em] with the heat.
No wonder you ain't coming [A] outside.
[G] Every single holler gon' fly.
[Em]
No, you [Bm] don't [B] be sliding.
[Em] My nigga, you lying.
_ [Bm] You know you ain't lying.
_ [Em] _ _
[E] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ Bitch, [Em]
bitch.
When it's on, then it's on, man, that shit [E] got real.
I was on my [B] last home, and that shit [Em] got real.
Life feeling hella lonely, and that shit [E] got real.
Keep a hoe on [A] my phone, and that shit [Em] got real.
Mama kicked me out the house, man, that shit [E] got real.
Now I'm living at my granny house, and that shit got real.
Gotta keep an eye on peace, [Em] man, that shit got real.
You could die on my street, man, that shit got real.
On the gang, you ain't never seen a loaf [Bm] this real.
We don't flash [D] guns and pop them when shit [Em] get real.
Niggas shooting up my granny house, cause shit [Bm] got real.
It's all good, I heard yesterday them boys [Em] got killed.
When I was six, never thought life would be [Bm] like this.
I miss back flips and chili on my Frito [Em] chips.
Got a dollar in my pocket with the same [Bm] old dreams.
To get rich, I grab the nine loaf and do [Em] my thing.
Niggas talking that talk, but never caught [Bm] that fame.
Peter Feller might get life if I don't beat [Em] this case.
Keep a mask and two gloves when I'm around [Bm] your way.
I just might be in your hood, you don't buy [Em] my tape.
You don't buy my tape.
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_ _ _ [Bm] _ [B] _ _ _ [Em] _
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_ _ _ [D] Niggas stay in my pockets like they built [Em] this shit.
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [F#] _ [Em] I'ma keep it _ [E] real, _ I'ma keep it real.
I'ma keep it [Em] real, I'ma keep it real.
I'ma keep it _ real, I'ma keep it real.
I'ma keep it _ [Bm] real, I'ma keep it real.
[D] I'ma keep it real, I'ma keep it [Em] real.
I'ma keep it real, I'ma keep it real.
I'ma keep it real, I'ma keep it real.
I'ma keep it real, I'ma keep it real.
I'ma keep it real, I'ma keep it [Bm] real.
I'ma keep it real, I'ma keep it real.
I'ma keep it [Em] real, I'ma keep it real.
I'ma keep it real, I'ma keep it [Bm] real.
I'ma keep it real, I'ma keep it [Em] real.
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_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
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_ _ _ [B] I'ma keep it real, _ [Em] _
I'ma [Bm] keep it [B] real.
[Em] My nigga you lying, _ [Bm] you know you ain't right.
_ _ [Em] _
_ _ [B] You be sly, bitch.
[Em] My nigga you lying, _ [Bm] you know you be high.
God, [Em] bitch, bitch.
When it's on and it's on, man that shit [B] got real.
I was on my last song and that shit [Em] got real.
Life felt like heaven on earth and that shit [E] got real.
Keep a hoe on my phone and that shit [Em] got real.
Mama kicked me out the house, man that shit [E] got real.
Now I'm living at my granny house and that shit got real.
Gotta keep an eye on the beach, [Em] man that shit got real.
You can die on my street, man that shit got real.
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