Chords for Young Lyric "Wipeout" ft. Cuban Doll & Killumantii (Produced by DJ XO)

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_ _ [C] _ _ I got Cuban on deck, it's for real
Know you thought I was gone, but I'm back
We out here winning and touching the people
And you mad at me cause you broke back
Watch what you say cause I phone tap
X on the track and that's Mo'Rex
Started with nothing and came from the bottom
And now we here watching the [Am] dope stack
Get in one deep and you know that
Any beat I get I'm gon' crash
We get that paper like no pass
How you gon' deal with me when you ain't no cash?
Haters can't beat me, they pridin' and schemin'
And lyin' and makin' me so mad
Thank up for me and they leavin' here hit up and leakin'
And throwin' out so sad
I ain't not fuck with you fake clown
I keep it real and I stay [E] down
Pull up Bugatti, we kill Illuminati
[Am] We slayin' em, makin' em lay down
No competition, we draggin' these [D] bitches
And lettin' em know we don't play around
[Bm] Been out here grindin', we [Am] finally licking up
Lockin' Atlanta in H-Town
Got my [C] cash up, brought the squad up
Step to me, Ron, you get knocked out
It's a new day, it's my time now
You don't know where, [Am] let me find out
Pull up, it's lights out
Never seen a rat that [Em] I count
Run up in big [Am] tracks
You already know where I'm from
Put the whole team on timeouts
[Gm] Teddy on my wrist, it's [E] ice time
I put it on for H [Am]-Town
Tryna run away if your wife dies
I'm the one that she call
She need goons in the castle
Run up a bag, do it quick or no [C] hassle
Got em prayin' against and I'm straight to the chapel
[Am] I fuck up your world, I go Adam, [C] Ben, Dada
Pop that hoe like a snap
Private one-night travel
Got the game on lock, no shackles
[Am] Kill her, why you so mad?
Why your flow be so mean?
I'm never mad, no, it's not what it seems
I don't go hard [C] for the money or green
Y'all do not see what goes [Am] on behind scenes
I'm killin' these bitches, the true [E] God speaks
Never met a rat who [C] ain't squeak for some cheese
Why I'm so hard?
Now you see I can't let another bitch live my [Am] dream
I'm a rock star, get my limousine
When I catch that bitch, I'ma break her spleen
[C] Why you wanna fight with a bitch like me?
I'm off the leash
I box like the young Ali
[Am] I'm like, ooh, how you gon' finish like that?
Ooh, got the whole a-hole [C] like that?
And you boys goin' out scarred?
Hold up, why they [N] finna bring it back?
Got my cash up
Bout to squad out
Step to me, wrong
You can't knock that
[C] It's a new day
[Am] It's my time now
You the wetware
Let me find out
Pull up, it's ice out
[Gm] Never seen a rat that [E] I count
Run up in fit [Am] dress
You already know what I'm bout
The whole team on [Em] count out
Panty on my wrist, it's ice out
I pull it off for [Am] ice out
I don't have to [C] wipe your white thot
I run the D, don't know smoke
Got lyric with me, she gon' blow
The top of all these bitches, they so broke
Top of this gucci, we trippin'
Don't talk about numbers, we did it
You sittin' on shots, but you [Am] missin'
I been that bitch from beginnin'
Can't put you on, you don't listen
This ain't for the fame
But I [C] get chicken
Don't play no games with you
Cause you'll be [Am] missin'
Two, [C] three shooters with me
Chopper sing like Whitney
Keep it on Gary Whitney
Savage, but she [F] pretty
On that gang [C] shit
Bout to squad out
[Am] Step to me, [C] wrong
You can't knock that
It's a new day
[Am] It's my time now
You the wetware
Let me find out
Pull up [C] in slides now
Never seen a bread that I count
Run up in heat dress
You already know where I'm bout
Put your whole team on time out
Teddy on my wrist, it's ice that
I put it on for H-Town
Tryna rock the white, get wiped out
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