Dreidel Bop chords by Blp Kosher

🎸 Intro:

Cm Cm Gm Cm
(Oh snap, snap, snap)
Waterrr, waterrr, yeah
Dreidel man, dreidel man

🎸 Chorus:
              Cm                      Cm
Hit 'em with the bands, now they in a trance
           Gm                     Cm
I don't wanna Do this no more
          Cm
I'm back where I started
             Cm
And I ain't never been to this party
         Gm                        Cm
But I don't wanna leave it alone
Cm                                  Cm
Hit 'em with the bands, now they in a trance
Gm                      Cm
I don't wanna Do this no more
                            Cm
I'm back where I started
                           Cm
And I ain't never been to this party
              Gm                        Cm
And I don't wanna leave it alone

🎸 Verse:
      Cm
Waterrr
They know I'm 'bout my porridge
 Cm
The dreidel man that could
Gm                              Cm
She gave me top in the forest, I'm in the neck of the woods
Cm                               Cm
I feel like Blake, I'm a carpenter how I rip the wood
Gm                              Cm
I got like forty out the gate, and jit, I wish you would

Smoke with me, you boutta build machinery, you could Go to conway
Jit thought he was swift, I interrupt him like that boy Kanye
He said he was from the O, you from Altamonte
They thought that I was peewee, now they fuck with me the long way
They told me, "Stay up out the way, you 'bout to be a mogul"
Dude in that interrogation room, he want to stretch them vocals
I used to ask around for rides, I was never mobile
Now my pockets stay on Alabama 'cause my money mobile
I'm fucked up 'bout the middle east, I'm tryna make peace
And you ain't standin' on bees wax, burts bees
I love my dog but he will crash like it's peach beach
'Cause he got beef in every city like he Mr. Beast
They asked me, "How much for the feat ", man, that shit steep
This choppa got me walkin' like I got webbed feet
You rappin' 'bout Jew Sheisty, bitch, you dead meat
Big beam on your ass, infrared heat
They thought I was spoon fed
Bitch, I have a spork
You try to take my ice, you need the stick, like I'm Bobby Orr
Leave him sleep on the floor, like the furniture store
You don't hit your bitch right, bad cock and more

🎸 Chorus:
Hit 'em with the bands, now they in a trance
I don't wanna Do this no more
I'm back where I started
And I ain't never been to this party
But I don't wanna leave it alone
Hit 'em with the bands, now they in a trance
I don't wanna Do this no more
I'm back where I started
And I ain't never been to this party
And I don't wanna leave it alone