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Something To Rap About by Freddie Gibbs - Guitar Chords
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[Intro]
Amaj7
Abm7 B7
Bitch nigga
Amaj7
Nigga bitch
Abm7 B Amaj7
Oogie-boogie nigga
Abm7 B7
Sniff it up
Amaj7 G7
Fuck nigga came to my section on Sunday, didn't even bring shit or bottles, just ate, drank and dipped, fuck nigga
E7
Yeah, ayo
[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Amaj7
Scammin' niggas maxin' out, ratchet bitches actin' out
Abm7 B7
God made me sell crack so I'd have somethin' to rap about
Amaj7
Lobster lollipops and crustaceans, ho, what you mad about?
Abm7 B
I fucked you twice in Vegas, that pussy wasn't shit to brag about
Amaj7
And I can't draw for shit, but I knocked a bitch that I paid to sit
Abm7 B7
Magnums and some sweet aromatics, yeah, bitch I came equipped
Amaj7
I don't do no sucker shit with no ho, mistletoe and Christmas exchanging gifts
Em Bm
She don't like it, bitch can punch out, niggas be changin' shifts
Amaj7
Yeah, you niggas bringin' out the old me (Yeah)
Abm7 B7
I'm tryna live to 93 and see the old me
Amaj7
When I touched that crack, I let them crackers take control of me
Abm7 B
Serve the beast, Caprice ain't got no heat, man, it was cold G
Amaj7
Record labels downed me forty thousand on my first advance
Abm7 B
Fucked up on my taxes, IRS kept me on payment plans
Amaj7
Crime fuckin' pays, but once you paid, you gotta pay the man
Abm7 B7
Straight survival, right hand on the Bible, I won't take the stand
Amaj7
Yeah, VL niggas trap it out
Abm7 B7
Lord let me hit this ho so I have something to rap about
Amaj7
Been through shit with hoes that I look back and I can laugh about
Abm7 B7
This shit wasn't no joke, sittin' in that cage, this shit was draggin' out
Amaj7
Diego trippin' cause I'm sittin', ain't no package out
Abm7 B7
He robbed the plug, kicked in the door and cleaned the mattress out
Amaj7
Right back in the trap, these niggas bringin' out the old me (Yeah)
Emaj7 Bm7
I'm tryna live to ninety-three and see the old me (Yeah)
[Bridge]
Amaj7 Abm7 B7 Amaj7 Abm7 B7
Amaj7 Am7 C7 Bbmaj7 Am7
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Ab7
Ayo
Bbmaj7
Nail is in the coffin, Freddie sent me this shit
Am7 C7
This sound like the boat I haven't bought yet
Bbmaj7
This sound like the moment I jump off it
Am7
Sun shinin', cold water fillin' in my pockets
C Bbmaj7
This lake water better than the faucet I grew up with
Am7
We hold our breath like grudges 'til we nauseous
C7
We hop out, let the sun dry us like raisins
Bbmaj7
We get dressed in some Gucci or Lacoste, shit, it's amazing
Am Ab F
We look like Polo ads but skin is darkened
Bbmaj7
I gotta move cautious 'cause niggas malicious, they come from the trenches
Am7 C7
I used to be a Goblin under them bridges, now I'm a businessman
Bbmaj7
I started gettin' moola as youngin', now I got bigger hands
Am7 Bb
To hold 'em, if I got too much on me, I know my niggas can
Bbmaj7
I keep my circle tight like tops, nothin' corn, no crops
Am7 C7
You messy and get cleaned up with the mop
Bbmaj7
I went to school and I ain't miss it a lot
Fm7 Em7 Cm7
So I can be around niggas like you and learn how to keep my distance
Bbmaj7
I cut some niggas off on some hater shit niggas said to me
Am7 C7
R.I.P. tees 'cause these motherfuckers is dead to me
Bbmaj7
Nail is in the coffin, murder, murder
Am7 C7
I'm sick of y'all niggas and I ain't coughin', I know me
Bbmaj7
Y'all often anxious, lost in y'all thoughts and I don't relate
Am7 C7
So keep that energy away from me
Bbmaj7
Don't blame me, 'cause you ain't got it figured out
Am7
You ain't got the bigger house, the jig is up
C
You jealous, dawg, my afro long, I'll pick it out
Bbmaj7
Like cotton on some basic, shit is off
We ain't adjacent
Am7 C
I'm grounded like the pavement, we ain't linkin' like the bracelet broke
Bbmaj7
Better get your wrist that hold on the thoughts you get and go
Am7 C
The fuck away, 'cause niggas get they faces broke
Bbmaj7
I just got a thumbs up and niggas go, like, "Good job"
Am7
You better find a shoe store and get your sole
C
Get it quick and slip it on
Bbmaj7
And I'll be in "My-konos", lemonade, sippin' slow
Fm7 Em7 Cm7
Jumpin' in the water off that boat I haven't bought yet, bitch
[Outro: Tyler, The Creator]
Bbmaj7
Am7 C7
One take
Bbmaj7
Let me hear that
Am7 C
I meant to say "Mykonos" (Haha)
[Instrumental]
Bbmaj7 Am7 C7 Bbmaj7 Am7 Ab F
Bbmaj7 Am7 C7 Bbmaj7
[Interlude]
Am7 A Bb Abmaj7 Gmaj7 Gbmaj7
I think (I think) that he died from alcohol (But I'm afraid—)
Em7 Eb Bbmaj7
But if you write dog shit, it doesn't do any good what you die—
Am
Teach the parents to be civilized people, becau—
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