Yus Gz - Warzone Pt. 2 (Official Video) #faceofbx #trending #EBSDemons #unitedkingdom Chords
Tempo:
72.25 bpm
Chords used:
Abm
Ab
Db
Eb
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Ab]
[Abm]
[Ab]
Yes
I'll be so blessed Josh
He lied bad, how you took you a vow?
Weed on his hat, got him running like track
Like they [Eb] ain't burn out the hood, he [Abm] was smart
Like you, the face of the Bronx, the vibe, make a move
I'm tryna get it, cause good nigga boom
Bullets gon' be on his back, like a zoom
I'm tryna run up the racks, act like you don't know me, so stop looking back
Don't panic, I'll be down double time
Don't run, rock out the beam on the stride
All he did was wake up, [Ab] if it's not me
I'm on top, he's shawty, check out the stats
One of my thotty, them niggas get caught, with that gun, god damn
You don't know what's his task, don't run, he was funny, he did a little
Rap, bitch on the gun, rap, bitch tryna run
I brought his mommy and daddy and son
Been in Mission, I leave [Abm] niggas stoned
Like all my fingers, I stomach them bones, I'm the face of the Bronx
Niggas know where I'm from, I'm over his mind, come throw like [E] a diamond
Don't run, [Abm] don't trip, rap beam on him
Blitz horse, wait, set the beam on him
Fuck twinning on fleek, put the beam on him
Big F.E.B.,. you can't be with us, hey F.E.B. going straight to the top, money, bitches, fame They like you, so you part of the Y You rich, you might turn to my mother, you shot Rap beam on his hip, he gon' get him shot What we spent, we not [Ab] gonna stop, he gon' roll with the limb If he [Abm] moving wide, if he with his bed, they both get shot Got a big 4'5", yo, this shit ain't no prop They be like you, scoop, bitch, I'm on high, took her to move back If I catch me, I'll watch [Ebm] out, like I'm a real fuckin' [Abm] little friend, this shit ain't no cap Tryna bullshit, but me get him wiped Lost a day, now he steady get back, for real The band be spinning right back, like Beckham or Utah Just walked out black, [Db] back out to John, niggas [Abm] find it loud How many opps that I took off the map? Like Bobby, Daddy, Charlie got back, never [Ab] get it off He got head in his back, like, I feel with his boot, I'm tired If he was my chain, would never do that If he has team, just gotta move tight, like I been feeling it, catch me at back [Db] Eli Beck, how you [Ab] doing, you alright? Got him running like track, like they burn out of oil, you sweat
[Abm]
[Ab]
Yes
I'll be so blessed Josh
He lied bad, how you took you a vow?
Weed on his hat, got him running like track
Like they [Eb] ain't burn out the hood, he [Abm] was smart
Like you, the face of the Bronx, the vibe, make a move
I'm tryna get it, cause good nigga boom
Bullets gon' be on his back, like a zoom
I'm tryna run up the racks, act like you don't know me, so stop looking back
Don't panic, I'll be down double time
Don't run, rock out the beam on the stride
All he did was wake up, [Ab] if it's not me
I'm on top, he's shawty, check out the stats
One of my thotty, them niggas get caught, with that gun, god damn
You don't know what's his task, don't run, he was funny, he did a little
Rap, bitch on the gun, rap, bitch tryna run
I brought his mommy and daddy and son
Been in Mission, I leave [Abm] niggas stoned
Like all my fingers, I stomach them bones, I'm the face of the Bronx
Niggas know where I'm from, I'm over his mind, come throw like [E] a diamond
Don't run, [Abm] don't trip, rap beam on him
Blitz horse, wait, set the beam on him
Fuck twinning on fleek, put the beam on him
Big F.E.B.,. you can't be with us, hey F.E.B. going straight to the top, money, bitches, fame They like you, so you part of the Y You rich, you might turn to my mother, you shot Rap beam on his hip, he gon' get him shot What we spent, we not [Ab] gonna stop, he gon' roll with the limb If he [Abm] moving wide, if he with his bed, they both get shot Got a big 4'5", yo, this shit ain't no prop They be like you, scoop, bitch, I'm on high, took her to move back If I catch me, I'll watch [Ebm] out, like I'm a real fuckin' [Abm] little friend, this shit ain't no cap Tryna bullshit, but me get him wiped Lost a day, now he steady get back, for real The band be spinning right back, like Beckham or Utah Just walked out black, [Db] back out to John, niggas [Abm] find it loud How many opps that I took off the map? Like Bobby, Daddy, Charlie got back, never [Ab] get it off He got head in his back, like, I feel with his boot, I'm tired If he was my chain, would never do that If he has team, just gotta move tight, like I been feeling it, catch me at back [Db] Eli Beck, how you [Ab] doing, you alright? Got him running like track, like they burn out of oil, you sweat
Key:
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I'll be so blessed Josh
He lied bad, how you took you a vow?
Weed on his hat, got him running like track
Like they [Eb] ain't burn out the hood, he [Abm] was smart
Like you, the face of the Bronx, the vibe, make a move
I'm tryna get it, cause good nigga boom
Bullets gon' be on his back, like a zoom
I'm tryna run up the racks, act like you don't know me, so stop looking back
Don't panic, I'll be down double time
Don't run, rock out the beam on the stride
All he did was wake up, [Ab] if it's not me
I'm on top, he's shawty, check out the stats
One of my thotty, them niggas get caught, with that gun, god damn
You don't know what's his task, don't run, he was funny, he did a little
Rap, bitch on the gun, rap, bitch tryna run
I brought his mommy and daddy and son
Been in Mission, I leave [Abm] niggas stoned
Like all my fingers, I stomach them bones, I'm the face of the Bronx
Niggas know where I'm from, I'm over his mind, come throw like [E] a diamond
Don't run, [Abm] don't trip, rap beam on him
Blitz horse, wait, set the beam on him
Fuck twinning on fleek, put the beam on him
Big F.E.B.,. you can't be with us, hey F.E.B. going straight to the top, money, bitches, fame They like you, so you part of the Y You rich, you might turn to my mother, you shot Rap beam on his hip, he gon' get him shot What we spent, we not [Ab] gonna stop, he gon' roll with the limb If he [Abm] moving wide, if he with his bed, they both get shot Got a big 4'5", yo, this shit ain't no prop They be like you, scoop, bitch, I'm on high, took her to move back If I catch me, I'll watch [Ebm] out, like I'm a real fuckin' [Abm] little friend, this shit ain't no cap Tryna bullshit, but me get him wiped Lost a day, now he steady get back, for real The band be spinning right back, like Beckham or Utah Just walked out black, [Db] back out to John, niggas [Abm] find it loud How many opps that I took off the map? Like Bobby, Daddy, Charlie got back, never [Ab] get it off He got head in his back, like, I feel with his boot, I'm tired If he was my chain, would never do that If he has team, just gotta move tight, like I been feeling it, catch me at back [Db] Eli Beck, how you [Ab] doing, you alright? Got him running like track, like they burn out of oil, you sweat _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[Abm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ Yes
I'll be so blessed Josh
He lied bad, how you took you a vow?
Weed on his hat, got him running like track
Like they [Eb] ain't burn out the hood, he [Abm] was smart
Like you, the face of the Bronx, the vibe, make a move
I'm tryna get it, cause good nigga boom
Bullets gon' be on his back, like a zoom
I'm tryna run up the racks, act like you don't know me, so stop looking back
Don't panic, I'll be down double time
Don't run, rock out the beam on the stride
All he did was wake up, [Ab] if it's not me
I'm on top, he's shawty, check out the stats
One of my thotty, them niggas get caught, with that gun, god damn
You don't know what's his task, don't run, he was funny, he did a little
Rap, bitch on the gun, rap, bitch tryna run
I brought his mommy and daddy and son
Been in Mission, I leave [Abm] niggas stoned
Like all my fingers, I stomach them bones, I'm the face of the Bronx
Niggas know where I'm from, I'm over his mind, come throw like [E] a diamond
Don't run, [Abm] don't trip, rap beam on him
Blitz horse, wait, set the beam on him
Fuck twinning on fleek, put the beam on him
Big F.E.B.,. you can't be with us, hey F.E.B. going straight to the top, money, bitches, fame They like you, so you part of the Y You rich, you might turn to my mother, you shot Rap beam on his hip, he gon' get him shot What we spent, we not [Ab] gonna stop, he gon' roll with the limb If he [Abm] moving wide, if he with his bed, they both get shot Got a big 4'5", yo, this shit ain't no prop They be like you, scoop, bitch, I'm on high, took her to move back If I catch me, I'll watch [Ebm] out, like I'm a real fuckin' [Abm] little friend, this shit ain't no cap Tryna bullshit, but me get him wiped Lost a day, now he steady get back, for real The band be spinning right back, like Beckham or Utah Just walked out black, [Db] back out to John, niggas [Abm] find it loud How many opps that I took off the map? Like Bobby, Daddy, Charlie got back, never [Ab] get it off He got head in his back, like, I feel with his boot, I'm tired If he was my chain, would never do that If he has team, just gotta move tight, like I been feeling it, catch me at back [Db] Eli Beck, how you [Ab] doing, you alright? Got him running like track, like they burn out of oil, you sweat _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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