Chords for Trippie Redd - Death (Visualizer) ft. DaBaby

[Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ You gon' _ die You gon' die
You _ gon' die Yeah, uh
What they mean?
Yeah, what they mean?
I'm outside pop our gang with the team, bitch
What they mean?
We out here, that's our gang, that's what
we mean, bitch _ Yeah
Murder murder sledge, I'm a biggie, blow your bag
Hanging with the sledge, pussy nigga, we so gassed
Nigga you get whacked, that's no gang and that's all facts
We shoot two two three, we don't take a lot
We out with the gang, you know we gon' slide
We out with them B's, I'm up in the high
You talk down on me, nigga you gon' die
We a different kind and we be on different time
Rockin' number nine jeans and I'm still so fly
We from different sides, pussy I'ma up that five
Talking all that tough shit on the gang, pussy bitch you gon' die
Yeah, you gon' die
Yeah, nigga you gon' die
_ _ [Bb] You gon' die
[Ebm] _ Yeah, what that mean?
Yeah, what that mean?
I'm outside, pop out gang with the team, bitch _
What that mean?
We all lit, that's no gang, that's no mean, bitch
_ Uh, yeah, murder murder sledge, I'ma biggie for you, bitch
Hanging with the sledge, pussy nigga, we so gassed
Nigga you get whacked, that's no gang and that's all facts
Let's go, let's go, have you ever seen a nigga die?
When I did went home and smoked a blunt, no nigga didn't cry
Don't fuck with niggas on different sides, these niggas be switching sides
In the whip with a nigga bitch inside, finna get my dick a ride
These niggas they be talking about gang shit, be on lame shit, ain't never bang shit
We got a pic right now and a pic back then, not the same pic
With the same clique, with Trippie Redd, hit me with a bitch, he scared
How a lot of niggas I could play with, ain't locked
The last nigga put up my clique, he dead, I had to
Yeah, you gon' die
Yeah, nigga, you gon' die
_ _ You gon' die
Yeah, _ what that mean?
Yeah, what that mean?
I'm outside, pop out gang with the team, bitch
_ What that mean?
We all lit, that's no gang, that's no mean, bitch _ _
Yeah, murder, murder, slag, chop a biggie, blow you back
Hanging with the slags, pussy nigga, we told gads
Nigga, you get whacked, that's no gang and that's all facts _ _ _ _ _ _
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