Chords for Yungeen Ace - Sleazy Flow Remix (feat. GMK ) [Official Music Video]
Tempo:
78.65 bpm
Chords used:
D
B
A
E
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I ain't spend shit on [D] this bitch, I ain't gonna lie
If KT8 fuck a wine, nah, then they all ratchet
When [A] the pool get on the stand, the nigga, I'm gonna call that
Six [D] block, tell him how we get up close and face shit
Young ass Lil' Crocker, he the one who got his face hit
A nigga ran down, did Osama like Obama, now
He buy two, three [B] Glocks inside the car, even with my mama, now
Hey, [D] it's 32 shots inside this car
Cause I got one shot, it's inside my wood
And a nigga named Tayside, posted in the back with a 30 clip
All black hood, run from my opp niggas, wish we would
Wanna be gang, they wish they could
All these opp niggas wanna be famous, take them out of rap game, put them in the woods
Let's talk some real facts, the only nigga in money was Lil' Mitch ass
Stood over him and now he dead, what is bitch ass
Basket just fucked him and oppo, what her thick ass
A's [Am] collect them bodies out of state, [D] what a slick ass
I can't smoke six, so I got to smoke eight
Mixing the nitrous, spark of the dank
Nigga, [A] Maroon Massar, come jump in my tank
They'll flip a nigga car like bike in a day
What about Tiki, what about Nine?
What about Bim, what about Spaz?
What about [E] Monkey?
Talk about niggas who hopped in the car and crashed
[D] Talk about NAG, talk about niggas gon' hop out and get on your ass
Talk about HCK who run out of shit and face them with no mask
Talk about anything what we ban, but the cracker from your ass not laid in the grass
We put switches on the gloss, we drinkin'
They too fly, them opps look like they bout to eat, knock off the [Dm] bread one
[D] Chop a nigga lean, just like he got red in him
I don't fuck with nothing you rap, all on bitch and green
Don't put me in a mix and shit, I'm just hooking on the shit you ain't never seen
I just bought a lot of choppers, 60 clips [G] and red beams
[B] I got blood on my mirror, they gon' drop your case at first appearance
[D] Now I need bitch that niggas can't take them seriously, niggas ain't scaring me
Niggas gon' pick no side, boys gon' die because they in between
[Dm] I post this to choose and me, Wimka [D] don't know foolery
She said she feel safer [B] over here, this is where the shooters be
She said ain't no paper over there, shit she barely even
Them niggas keep on dying inside the system, [E] niggas barely breathe
If KT8 fuck a wine, nah, then they all ratchet
When [A] the pool get on the stand, the nigga, I'm gonna call that
Six [D] block, tell him how we get up close and face shit
Young ass Lil' Crocker, he the one who got his face hit
A nigga ran down, did Osama like Obama, now
He buy two, three [B] Glocks inside the car, even with my mama, now
Hey, [D] it's 32 shots inside this car
Cause I got one shot, it's inside my wood
And a nigga named Tayside, posted in the back with a 30 clip
All black hood, run from my opp niggas, wish we would
Wanna be gang, they wish they could
All these opp niggas wanna be famous, take them out of rap game, put them in the woods
Let's talk some real facts, the only nigga in money was Lil' Mitch ass
Stood over him and now he dead, what is bitch ass
Basket just fucked him and oppo, what her thick ass
A's [Am] collect them bodies out of state, [D] what a slick ass
I can't smoke six, so I got to smoke eight
Mixing the nitrous, spark of the dank
Nigga, [A] Maroon Massar, come jump in my tank
They'll flip a nigga car like bike in a day
What about Tiki, what about Nine?
What about Bim, what about Spaz?
What about [E] Monkey?
Talk about niggas who hopped in the car and crashed
[D] Talk about NAG, talk about niggas gon' hop out and get on your ass
Talk about HCK who run out of shit and face them with no mask
Talk about anything what we ban, but the cracker from your ass not laid in the grass
We put switches on the gloss, we drinkin'
They too fly, them opps look like they bout to eat, knock off the [Dm] bread one
[D] Chop a nigga lean, just like he got red in him
I don't fuck with nothing you rap, all on bitch and green
Don't put me in a mix and shit, I'm just hooking on the shit you ain't never seen
I just bought a lot of choppers, 60 clips [G] and red beams
[B] I got blood on my mirror, they gon' drop your case at first appearance
[D] Now I need bitch that niggas can't take them seriously, niggas ain't scaring me
Niggas gon' pick no side, boys gon' die because they in between
[Dm] I post this to choose and me, Wimka [D] don't know foolery
She said she feel safer [B] over here, this is where the shooters be
She said ain't no paper over there, shit she barely even
Them niggas keep on dying inside the system, [E] niggas barely breathe
Key:
D
B
A
E
Dm
D
B
A
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I ain't spend shit on [D] this bitch, I ain't gonna lie
_ If KT8 fuck a wine, nah, then they all ratchet
When [A] the pool get on the stand, the nigga, I'm gonna call that
Six [D] block, tell him how we get up close and face shit
Young ass Lil' Crocker, he the one who got his face hit
A nigga ran down, did Osama like Obama, now
He buy two, three [B] Glocks inside the car, even with my mama, now
Hey, [D] it's 32 shots inside this car
Cause I got one shot, it's inside my wood
And a nigga named Tayside, posted in the back with a 30 clip
All black hood, run from my opp niggas, wish we would
Wanna be gang, they wish they could
All these opp niggas wanna be famous, take them out of rap game, put them in the woods
Let's talk some real facts, the only nigga in money was Lil' Mitch ass
Stood over him and now he dead, what is bitch ass
Basket just fucked him and oppo, what her thick ass
A's [Am] collect them bodies out of state, [D] what a slick ass
I can't smoke six, so I got to smoke eight
Mixing the nitrous, spark of the dank
Nigga, [A] Maroon Massar, come jump in my tank
They'll flip a nigga car like bike in a day
What about Tiki, what about Nine?
What about Bim, what about Spaz?
What about [E] Monkey?
Talk about niggas who hopped in the car and crashed
[D] Talk about NAG, talk about niggas gon' hop out and get on your ass
Talk about HCK who run out of shit and face them with no mask
Talk about anything what we ban, but the cracker from your ass not laid in the grass
We put switches on the gloss, we drinkin'
They too fly, them opps look like they bout to eat, knock off the [Dm] bread one
[D] Chop a nigga lean, just like he got red in him
I don't fuck with nothing you rap, all on bitch and green
Don't put me in a mix and shit, I'm just hooking on the shit you ain't never seen
I just bought a lot of choppers, 60 clips [G] and red beams
[B] I got blood on my mirror, they gon' drop your case at first appearance
[D] Now I need bitch that niggas can't take them seriously, niggas ain't scaring me
Niggas gon' pick no side, boys gon' die because they in between
[Dm] I post this to choose and me, Wimka [D] don't know foolery
She said she feel safer [B] over here, this is where the shooters be
She said ain't no paper over there, shit she barely even
Them niggas keep on dying inside the system, [E] niggas barely breathe _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I ain't spend shit on [D] this bitch, I ain't gonna lie
_ If KT8 fuck a wine, nah, then they all ratchet
When [A] the pool get on the stand, the nigga, I'm gonna call that
Six [D] block, tell him how we get up close and face shit
Young ass Lil' Crocker, he the one who got his face hit
A nigga ran down, did Osama like Obama, now
He buy two, three [B] Glocks inside the car, even with my mama, now
Hey, [D] it's 32 shots inside this car
Cause I got one shot, it's inside my wood
And a nigga named Tayside, posted in the back with a 30 clip
All black hood, run from my opp niggas, wish we would
Wanna be gang, they wish they could
All these opp niggas wanna be famous, take them out of rap game, put them in the woods
Let's talk some real facts, the only nigga in money was Lil' Mitch ass
Stood over him and now he dead, what is bitch ass
Basket just fucked him and oppo, what her thick ass
A's [Am] collect them bodies out of state, [D] what a slick ass
I can't smoke six, so I got to smoke eight
Mixing the nitrous, spark of the dank
Nigga, [A] Maroon Massar, come jump in my tank
They'll flip a nigga car like bike in a day
What about Tiki, what about Nine?
What about Bim, what about Spaz?
What about [E] Monkey?
Talk about niggas who hopped in the car and crashed
[D] Talk about NAG, talk about niggas gon' hop out and get on your ass
Talk about HCK who run out of shit and face them with no mask
Talk about anything what we ban, but the cracker from your ass not laid in the grass
We put switches on the gloss, we drinkin'
They too fly, them opps look like they bout to eat, knock off the [Dm] bread one
[D] Chop a nigga lean, just like he got red in him
I don't fuck with nothing you rap, all on bitch and green
Don't put me in a mix and shit, I'm just hooking on the shit you ain't never seen
I just bought a lot of choppers, 60 clips [G] and red beams
[B] I got blood on my mirror, they gon' drop your case at first appearance
[D] Now I need bitch that niggas can't take them seriously, niggas ain't scaring me
Niggas gon' pick no side, boys gon' die because they in between
[Dm] I post this to choose and me, Wimka [D] don't know foolery
She said she feel safer [B] over here, this is where the shooters be
She said ain't no paper over there, shit she barely even
Them niggas keep on dying inside the system, [E] niggas barely breathe _ _ _ _