Chords for Write Your Name
Tempo:
154.5 bpm
Chords used:
G
Eb
Gm
Bb
Ebm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

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[D]
[Eb]
[C] [G] Yes!
All my niggas [G] man, all my niggas man, I'm about to do a, [Eb] squad.
See [Eb] y'all man, [Ebm] I'm [Gm] about to rock ball like Kobe Biffy man.
Yo.
squad, what's your name across this gas?
the brain and go on your hat.
[Eb]
[C] [G] Yes!
All my niggas [G] man, all my niggas man, I'm about to do a, [Eb] squad.
See [Eb] y'all man, [Ebm] I'm [Gm] about to rock ball like Kobe Biffy man.
Yo.
squad, what's your name across this gas?
the brain and go on your hat.
100% ➙ 155BPM
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Eb
Gm
Bb
Ebm
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Gm
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[C] _ [G] Yes!
_ _ _ [Dm] _ [Eb] _
All my niggas [G] man, all my niggas man, I'm about to do a, [Eb] _ _ squad.
_ [F] _ [Gm] _
_ _ See [Eb] y'all man, [Ebm] I'm [Gm] about to rock ball like Kobe Biffy man.
[Eb] _ _
_ Yo.
_ [G] To all my fallen [Gm]
squad, what's your name across this gas?
While I flame once in the brain and go on your hat.
And regardless of the pain I ain't gon' crash.
Cause I can't never let a fuck nigga see me stuck nigga.
[Bb] I'm too hard for them bucks nigga, that's [G] a must nigga.
I done lost so many real niggas I can't trust [Eb] nigga.
So I keep my dishes from niggas.
Squad with me bet I won't get [Gm] touched nigga.
Got shots for him, shots [B] for him nigga.
See I ain't fuck rock blocks and shots at [G] them.
Same cera on the scoreboard, six shots [Bb] a game.
Keep going nonstop till we drop lots [G] of men.
And I swear I lost so many of [Ebm] my gas.
So I'm sipping Remy smoking figgies for [G] my gas.
Never let a nigga blow any of my gas.
Ain't nobody fucking with no [Bb] limit in my ass.
Messing my niggas, [G] Kushy and Laker.
I'm full to [Bb] the lane.
R.I.P. [Db] Ricky, Hemian Swisher.
[G] Painting for Fisher, me and the squad.
Killing the block [Ebm] before it went wrong and Kobe was gone.
And Jack was at home man I remember.
Now my heart is cold as December.
[Ebm] Getting money the only [G] thing that's on my dinner.
Cause there's too many gone [Bb] but I'm still living on.
Saying sorry for my farewells [G] in this song.
Squad. _
[Eb] _ _ R.I.P. my niggas [G] man.
Walking to Faze-O-Land [Eb] to mix it. _ _
Bomb like I'm Colton.
R.I.P. Vito, [Eb] Chico, Faze-O, Lil' Rock.
_ [G] _ _ _ R.I.P. [Eb] Pinstupe man.
_ _ _ [F] [Gm] R.I..P. my niggas. For _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ all my niggas gone man. [Bb] We just gonna write y'all name across this [D] camera. _ R.I.P. my squad. _ _ _ Squad. _ [G] _ _ R.I..P. them [Eb] niggas. _ Look. _ I get the money, fuck the fame. All the Jews, all the hoes, all the clothes and all [G] the shoes. That's for my niggas back. But I [Gb] know I never get them back. So if a pussy just [Gm] a stack then he getting whack. And the hurt niggas in my neck I'm like where they at. Cause I be right there on the set with the biggest gat. Got so many niggas that's hating I don't even know em. [Ebm] And so many feelings of hatred [G] I don't even show em. Can I just get some money? [Bb] Cause I know niggas working for me they ain't even funny. I know they probably wanna bribe me to hit me finally. [Bb] But they can only make money. Come get the body [G] they won't get nothing from me. From the hell hole when it's full of zombies. Where [Bb] they take the most [G] bodies to conquer the country. Where they take all of my homies [Eb] from me. Man R.I.P. my [G] homies gotta get this money. _ Squad. [Eb] R.I..P. the L's. Free the L's. All you [G] niggas wanna be the L's. No limit L.B. [Eb] bitch. Free the L's. R.I.P. white folks I can't [G] see a L. Squad. Yeah we gotta stay [Eb] winning. Rolling the fort with them semis and they [Db] denting. Pull up on the opps bust a beater and they hitting. Cause the squad when we ain't had them heaters but they [G] didn't. But they didn't. _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Gm] Bad body ever lost on your homies. [F] Anybody that gone. Anybody made [Eb] anything to you. _ _ [Gm] R.I.P. my niggas. _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] Squad. _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
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[C] _ [G] Yes!
_ _ _ [Dm] _ [Eb] _
All my niggas [G] man, all my niggas man, I'm about to do a, [Eb] _ _ squad.
_ [F] _ [Gm] _
_ _ See [Eb] y'all man, [Ebm] I'm [Gm] about to rock ball like Kobe Biffy man.
[Eb] _ _
_ Yo.
_ [G] To all my fallen [Gm]
squad, what's your name across this gas?
While I flame once in the brain and go on your hat.
And regardless of the pain I ain't gon' crash.
Cause I can't never let a fuck nigga see me stuck nigga.
[Bb] I'm too hard for them bucks nigga, that's [G] a must nigga.
I done lost so many real niggas I can't trust [Eb] nigga.
So I keep my dishes from niggas.
Squad with me bet I won't get [Gm] touched nigga.
Got shots for him, shots [B] for him nigga.
See I ain't fuck rock blocks and shots at [G] them.
Same cera on the scoreboard, six shots [Bb] a game.
Keep going nonstop till we drop lots [G] of men.
And I swear I lost so many of [Ebm] my gas.
So I'm sipping Remy smoking figgies for [G] my gas.
Never let a nigga blow any of my gas.
Ain't nobody fucking with no [Bb] limit in my ass.
Messing my niggas, [G] Kushy and Laker.
I'm full to [Bb] the lane.
R.I.P. [Db] Ricky, Hemian Swisher.
[G] Painting for Fisher, me and the squad.
Killing the block [Ebm] before it went wrong and Kobe was gone.
And Jack was at home man I remember.
Now my heart is cold as December.
[Ebm] Getting money the only [G] thing that's on my dinner.
Cause there's too many gone [Bb] but I'm still living on.
Saying sorry for my farewells [G] in this song.
Squad. _
[Eb] _ _ R.I.P. my niggas [G] man.
Walking to Faze-O-Land [Eb] to mix it. _ _
Bomb like I'm Colton.
R.I.P. Vito, [Eb] Chico, Faze-O, Lil' Rock.
_ [G] _ _ _ R.I.P. [Eb] Pinstupe man.
_ _ _ [F] [Gm] R.I..P. my niggas. For _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ all my niggas gone man. [Bb] We just gonna write y'all name across this [D] camera. _ R.I.P. my squad. _ _ _ Squad. _ [G] _ _ R.I..P. them [Eb] niggas. _ Look. _ I get the money, fuck the fame. All the Jews, all the hoes, all the clothes and all [G] the shoes. That's for my niggas back. But I [Gb] know I never get them back. So if a pussy just [Gm] a stack then he getting whack. And the hurt niggas in my neck I'm like where they at. Cause I be right there on the set with the biggest gat. Got so many niggas that's hating I don't even know em. [Ebm] And so many feelings of hatred [G] I don't even show em. Can I just get some money? [Bb] Cause I know niggas working for me they ain't even funny. I know they probably wanna bribe me to hit me finally. [Bb] But they can only make money. Come get the body [G] they won't get nothing from me. From the hell hole when it's full of zombies. Where [Bb] they take the most [G] bodies to conquer the country. Where they take all of my homies [Eb] from me. Man R.I.P. my [G] homies gotta get this money. _ Squad. [Eb] R.I..P. the L's. Free the L's. All you [G] niggas wanna be the L's. No limit L.B. [Eb] bitch. Free the L's. R.I.P. white folks I can't [G] see a L. Squad. Yeah we gotta stay [Eb] winning. Rolling the fort with them semis and they [Db] denting. Pull up on the opps bust a beater and they hitting. Cause the squad when we ain't had them heaters but they [G] didn't. But they didn't. _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Gm] Bad body ever lost on your homies. [F] Anybody that gone. Anybody made [Eb] anything to you. _ _ [Gm] R.I.P. my niggas. _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] Squad. _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
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