Chords for YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Slime Belief (Official Audio)
Tempo:
139.9 bpm
Chords used:
A
C#m
C#
E
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#] [A] [C#m]
[A] [C#m]
[A] [C#m]
I'm always doing.
[A] [E] [C#m]
If you want it, you got it.
You know I'm rocking.
They never can stop it.
It's stuck in my pocket.
I go up for the floor and they never could block it.
After the show, I count up in the minds of tears
fall from the lies.
Despite a hundred bands through the time of the night,
when you left, I ain't want to live life.
Now I'm happy on the in and out.
Can you make it [A] better?
Drop out like [C#m] Grissetta.
Post up with Beretta.
I was hustling through the night, yeah.
Spend a block for the sunshine.
With the hood up when we wet, uh.
And it's all going to be [A] all right, yeah.
When the [E] wrong choice take your life, yeah.
Gucci Prince, [C#] you be on top of that [A] Nike print.
Friend of rich niggas kicking your bank, though.
And that shit give a Rollie to niggas who own it,
who don't know a thing but [F#m] trap, though.
Blue [C#m] faces, I put that over net.
That [A] shit that we selling, it'll make you [C#m] relapse, though.
Digging them, slipping, running up in your cup, though.
I put that knife on a map, though.
Turn up on a bitch when I'm gone.
I prefer that hoe go fuck on a Fazzbee.
Being behind me, do the dash.
Keeping up in the vert, you get janked.
That's no shit you can't tax me.
Once a nigga throwing shots, I ain't acting me.
Drops up, tell a nigga get at me.
Bluff love for a bitch, won't trap me.
He thought about it, then I give him the Mac free.
Got a pound in the car, I'm a smoke on that.
Left the safe for a short, and I'm coming back.
If he say he won't smoke, I know I'm falling back.
On a bitch for the play, I'm a blow the strap.
He ain't using his head, put it in his lap.
He ain't balling, could tell that he only rap.
I just put 40 bands inside the trap.
Every manifestation, [A] I'm calling, real gang.
Now can you make it better?
Trap out like [C#m] Grissetta.
Poster with Beretta's, hustling through the night.
Tell Jibba to write.
Hop out gun flames through the night.
You know I'm rocking.
You know that I'm [C#] with it.
You loyal to me, I make sure that you get it.
[C#m] If you want it, you got it.
You know I'm rocking.
They never can stop it.
It's stuffed in my pocket.
I go up for the score, and they never can block it.
After the show, I count up in the miles.
It's here as far [A] as from the lies.
It's fire.
100 bands through the time of the night.
When you left, I ain't want to live [C#m] life.
Now I'm happy on the in and outside.
Pick up the throat, I'll watch you come back.
Got a whole hundred racks in the Dior bag.
Count up that money, I'll run up the stack.
Born on a jet with an illegal strata.
That shit that they talk, I can tell you it's cowl.
Up off the X, and I own it to cow.
Stay energized, I fall back from the tower.
With a half in my way, I'm a power to power.
I feel like it ain't no bitch I can't have.
Got to run boot with the fur like a bow.
Billy Fiaga, that Gucci and Prada, I got on all three,
and I boss every round.
When it's done, we'll be sliding and ducking from 12.
Time wise, clock wise, I ain't never fall.
Ain't no slacking, we hustling.
We on it for real.
He don't give it, we take it.
You know what it is.
[A] Shit.
Pumped up with Berettas, hustling [F#m] through the night.
[C#m]
Pumped up with Berettas,
[A] [F#] hustling [C#] through the night.
Can [C#m] you make it better?
Chop out like Berettas.
Pumped up with Berettas, hustling through the night.
Girl, why can't you make it better?
Pumped up with Berettas, hustling through the night.
Spend a block for the stretch, and we can hood up
when we wet.
And it's all going to be all right,
when that wrong choice take your life.
Gucci Prince, you'll be on top of the Nike print.
Rich niggas kicking your back, though.
And they should give a rollie to niggas,
who now make you relapse, though.
They gonna slip and run up and go.
[A]
[E] [N]
[A] [C#m]
[A] [C#m]
I'm always doing.
[A] [E] [C#m]
If you want it, you got it.
You know I'm rocking.
They never can stop it.
It's stuck in my pocket.
I go up for the floor and they never could block it.
After the show, I count up in the minds of tears
fall from the lies.
Despite a hundred bands through the time of the night,
when you left, I ain't want to live life.
Now I'm happy on the in and out.
Can you make it [A] better?
Drop out like [C#m] Grissetta.
Post up with Beretta.
I was hustling through the night, yeah.
Spend a block for the sunshine.
With the hood up when we wet, uh.
And it's all going to be [A] all right, yeah.
When the [E] wrong choice take your life, yeah.
Gucci Prince, [C#] you be on top of that [A] Nike print.
Friend of rich niggas kicking your bank, though.
And that shit give a Rollie to niggas who own it,
who don't know a thing but [F#m] trap, though.
Blue [C#m] faces, I put that over net.
That [A] shit that we selling, it'll make you [C#m] relapse, though.
Digging them, slipping, running up in your cup, though.
I put that knife on a map, though.
Turn up on a bitch when I'm gone.
I prefer that hoe go fuck on a Fazzbee.
Being behind me, do the dash.
Keeping up in the vert, you get janked.
That's no shit you can't tax me.
Once a nigga throwing shots, I ain't acting me.
Drops up, tell a nigga get at me.
Bluff love for a bitch, won't trap me.
He thought about it, then I give him the Mac free.
Got a pound in the car, I'm a smoke on that.
Left the safe for a short, and I'm coming back.
If he say he won't smoke, I know I'm falling back.
On a bitch for the play, I'm a blow the strap.
He ain't using his head, put it in his lap.
He ain't balling, could tell that he only rap.
I just put 40 bands inside the trap.
Every manifestation, [A] I'm calling, real gang.
Now can you make it better?
Trap out like [C#m] Grissetta.
Poster with Beretta's, hustling through the night.
Tell Jibba to write.
Hop out gun flames through the night.
You know I'm rocking.
You know that I'm [C#] with it.
You loyal to me, I make sure that you get it.
[C#m] If you want it, you got it.
You know I'm rocking.
They never can stop it.
It's stuffed in my pocket.
I go up for the score, and they never can block it.
After the show, I count up in the miles.
It's here as far [A] as from the lies.
It's fire.
100 bands through the time of the night.
When you left, I ain't want to live [C#m] life.
Now I'm happy on the in and outside.
Pick up the throat, I'll watch you come back.
Got a whole hundred racks in the Dior bag.
Count up that money, I'll run up the stack.
Born on a jet with an illegal strata.
That shit that they talk, I can tell you it's cowl.
Up off the X, and I own it to cow.
Stay energized, I fall back from the tower.
With a half in my way, I'm a power to power.
I feel like it ain't no bitch I can't have.
Got to run boot with the fur like a bow.
Billy Fiaga, that Gucci and Prada, I got on all three,
and I boss every round.
When it's done, we'll be sliding and ducking from 12.
Time wise, clock wise, I ain't never fall.
Ain't no slacking, we hustling.
We on it for real.
He don't give it, we take it.
You know what it is.
[A] Shit.
Pumped up with Berettas, hustling [F#m] through the night.
[C#m]
Pumped up with Berettas,
[A] [F#] hustling [C#] through the night.
Can [C#m] you make it better?
Chop out like Berettas.
Pumped up with Berettas, hustling through the night.
Girl, why can't you make it better?
Pumped up with Berettas, hustling through the night.
Spend a block for the stretch, and we can hood up
when we wet.
And it's all going to be all right,
when that wrong choice take your life.
Gucci Prince, you'll be on top of the Nike print.
Rich niggas kicking your back, though.
And they should give a rollie to niggas,
who now make you relapse, though.
They gonna slip and run up and go.
[A]
[E] [N]
Key:
A
C#m
C#
E
F#m
A
C#m
C#
[C#] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _
I'm always doing.
[A] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [C#m]
If you want it, you got it.
You know I'm rocking.
They never can stop it.
It's stuck in my pocket.
I go up for the floor and they never could block it.
After the show, I count up in the minds of tears
fall from the lies.
Despite a hundred bands through the time of the night,
when you left, I ain't want to live life.
Now I'm happy on the in and out.
Can you make it [A] better?
Drop out like [C#m] Grissetta.
Post up with Beretta.
I was hustling through the night, yeah.
Spend a block for the sunshine.
With the hood up when we wet, uh.
And it's all going to be [A] all right, yeah.
When the [E] wrong choice take your life, yeah.
Gucci Prince, [C#] you be on top of that [A] Nike print.
Friend of rich niggas kicking your bank, though.
And that shit give a Rollie to niggas who own it,
who don't know a thing but [F#m] trap, though.
Blue [C#m] faces, I put that over net.
That [A] shit that we selling, it'll make you [C#m] relapse, though.
Digging them, slipping, running up in your cup, though.
I put that knife on a map, though.
Turn up on a bitch when I'm gone.
I prefer that hoe go fuck on a Fazzbee.
Being behind me, do the dash.
Keeping up in the vert, you get janked.
That's no shit you can't tax me.
Once a nigga throwing shots, I ain't acting me.
Drops up, tell a nigga get at me.
Bluff love for a bitch, won't trap me.
He thought about it, then I give him the Mac free.
Got a pound in the car, I'm a smoke on that.
Left the safe for a short, and I'm coming back.
If he say he won't smoke, I know I'm falling back.
On a bitch for the play, I'm a blow the strap.
He ain't using his head, put it in his lap.
He ain't balling, could tell that he only rap.
I just put 40 bands inside the trap.
Every manifestation, [A] I'm calling, real gang.
Now can you make it better?
Trap out like [C#m] Grissetta.
_ _ Poster with Beretta's, hustling through the night.
Tell Jibba to write.
Hop out gun flames through the night.
You know I'm rocking.
You know that I'm [C#] with it.
You loyal to me, I make sure that you get it.
[C#m] If you want it, you got it.
You know I'm rocking.
They never can stop it.
It's stuffed in my pocket.
I go up for the score, and they never can block it.
After the show, I count up in the miles.
It's here as far [A] as from the lies.
It's fire.
100 bands through the time of the night.
When you left, I ain't want to live [C#m] life.
Now I'm happy on the in and outside.
Pick up the throat, I'll watch you come back.
Got a whole hundred racks in the Dior bag.
Count up that money, I'll run up the stack.
Born on a jet with an illegal strata.
That shit that they talk, I can tell you it's cowl.
Up off the X, and I own it to cow.
Stay energized, I fall back from the tower.
With a half in my way, I'm a power to power.
I feel like it ain't no bitch I can't have.
Got to run boot with the fur like a bow.
Billy Fiaga, that Gucci and Prada, I got on all three,
and I boss every round.
When it's done, we'll be sliding and ducking from 12.
Time wise, clock wise, I ain't never fall.
Ain't no slacking, we hustling.
We on it for real.
He don't give it, we take it.
You know what it is.
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ Shit.
Pumped up with Berettas, hustling [F#m] through the night.
[C#m]
Pumped up with Berettas, _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ [F#] hustling [C#] through the night.
Can [C#m] you make it better?
Chop out like Berettas.
Pumped up with Berettas, hustling through the night.
Girl, why can't you make it better?
Pumped up with Berettas, hustling through the night.
Spend a block for the stretch, and we can hood up
when we wet.
And it's all going to be all right,
when that wrong choice take your life.
Gucci Prince, you'll be on top of the Nike print.
Rich niggas kicking your back, though.
And they should give a rollie to niggas, _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ who now make you relapse, though.
They gonna slip and run up and go. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [N] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _
I'm always doing.
[A] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [C#m]
If you want it, you got it.
You know I'm rocking.
They never can stop it.
It's stuck in my pocket.
I go up for the floor and they never could block it.
After the show, I count up in the minds of tears
fall from the lies.
Despite a hundred bands through the time of the night,
when you left, I ain't want to live life.
Now I'm happy on the in and out.
Can you make it [A] better?
Drop out like [C#m] Grissetta.
Post up with Beretta.
I was hustling through the night, yeah.
Spend a block for the sunshine.
With the hood up when we wet, uh.
And it's all going to be [A] all right, yeah.
When the [E] wrong choice take your life, yeah.
Gucci Prince, [C#] you be on top of that [A] Nike print.
Friend of rich niggas kicking your bank, though.
And that shit give a Rollie to niggas who own it,
who don't know a thing but [F#m] trap, though.
Blue [C#m] faces, I put that over net.
That [A] shit that we selling, it'll make you [C#m] relapse, though.
Digging them, slipping, running up in your cup, though.
I put that knife on a map, though.
Turn up on a bitch when I'm gone.
I prefer that hoe go fuck on a Fazzbee.
Being behind me, do the dash.
Keeping up in the vert, you get janked.
That's no shit you can't tax me.
Once a nigga throwing shots, I ain't acting me.
Drops up, tell a nigga get at me.
Bluff love for a bitch, won't trap me.
He thought about it, then I give him the Mac free.
Got a pound in the car, I'm a smoke on that.
Left the safe for a short, and I'm coming back.
If he say he won't smoke, I know I'm falling back.
On a bitch for the play, I'm a blow the strap.
He ain't using his head, put it in his lap.
He ain't balling, could tell that he only rap.
I just put 40 bands inside the trap.
Every manifestation, [A] I'm calling, real gang.
Now can you make it better?
Trap out like [C#m] Grissetta.
_ _ Poster with Beretta's, hustling through the night.
Tell Jibba to write.
Hop out gun flames through the night.
You know I'm rocking.
You know that I'm [C#] with it.
You loyal to me, I make sure that you get it.
[C#m] If you want it, you got it.
You know I'm rocking.
They never can stop it.
It's stuffed in my pocket.
I go up for the score, and they never can block it.
After the show, I count up in the miles.
It's here as far [A] as from the lies.
It's fire.
100 bands through the time of the night.
When you left, I ain't want to live [C#m] life.
Now I'm happy on the in and outside.
Pick up the throat, I'll watch you come back.
Got a whole hundred racks in the Dior bag.
Count up that money, I'll run up the stack.
Born on a jet with an illegal strata.
That shit that they talk, I can tell you it's cowl.
Up off the X, and I own it to cow.
Stay energized, I fall back from the tower.
With a half in my way, I'm a power to power.
I feel like it ain't no bitch I can't have.
Got to run boot with the fur like a bow.
Billy Fiaga, that Gucci and Prada, I got on all three,
and I boss every round.
When it's done, we'll be sliding and ducking from 12.
Time wise, clock wise, I ain't never fall.
Ain't no slacking, we hustling.
We on it for real.
He don't give it, we take it.
You know what it is.
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ Shit.
Pumped up with Berettas, hustling [F#m] through the night.
[C#m]
Pumped up with Berettas, _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ [F#] hustling [C#] through the night.
Can [C#m] you make it better?
Chop out like Berettas.
Pumped up with Berettas, hustling through the night.
Girl, why can't you make it better?
Pumped up with Berettas, hustling through the night.
Spend a block for the stretch, and we can hood up
when we wet.
And it's all going to be all right,
when that wrong choice take your life.
Gucci Prince, you'll be on top of the Nike print.
Rich niggas kicking your back, though.
And they should give a rollie to niggas, _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ who now make you relapse, though.
They gonna slip and run up and go. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [N] _