Liar chords by LiL PEEP

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Worked out for clintoncbarnes


Intro:
D Bm
    I've been through a lot boy (Punk star)
G                              Em
  I've been through a lot boy,   I ain't gonna stop boy
D                              Bm
  Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat,   I ain't gonna stop boy, yeah,
G                                    Em
  always runnin' from the cops, boy.   Yeah.

Chorus:
D

  Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy)
Bm
  Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy)
G
  We call you a opp, boy, yeah (We call you a opp, boy)
Em
  You got a big gun? Who you shot, boy? (Huh?)
D
  Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy)
Bm
  Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy)
G
  We call you a opp, boy, yeah (We call you a opp, boy)
N.C.
  Damn, I'm a real life GothBoi (I'm a real life GothBoi)

Verse 1:
D
  Why the fuck you lyin' in the streets? (Lyin' in the streets)
Bm
  Why the fuck you lyin' to me? (Lyin' to me)
G
  Why the fuck you lyin' to her? (Lyin' to her)
Em
  You couldn't even buy her the purse (Nah)

D
  Everybody wanna flex on each other (Why?)
Bm
  I just want some money for my mother (Damn)
G
  This ain't a competition (Nah)
Em
  Please listen (Yeah) Hold up, listen to me, right?

Verse 1:
D
  I was really in the kitchen, yeah (I was really in the kitchen)
Bm
  But I sing about bitches, yeah (But I sing about bitches)
G
  'Cause I really know killas ('Cause I really know killas)
Em
  And they are not like you at all

D
  And I could tell it, yeah, I could smell it
Bm
  I could see it in your eyes, boy, yeah
G                                                    Em
  That's why I got respect, 'cause I ain't a fuckin' liar, boy (Nah) Yeah, yeah, damn

Chorus:
D
  Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy)
Bm
  Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy)
G
  We call you a opp, boy, yeah (We call you a opp, boy)
Em
  You got a big gun? Who you shot, boy? (Huh?)
D
  Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy)
Bm
  Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy)
G
  We call you a opp, boy, yeah (We call you a opp, boy)
Em
  Damn, I'm a real life GothBoi (I'm a real life GothBoi)

Outro:
D
  You ain't on the block, boy.
Bm
  Yeah, you got a Glock, boy, yeah.
G
  You hot, boy?
Em
  That ain't smart, boy, get your ass locked, boy.
D                      Bm
  And for what?
G                              Em
  You're diggin' ya own grave.   You're diggin' ya own grave, yeah

D      Bm      G      Em
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