Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E) Intro: (CashMoneyAP) Ooh, ooh, no, no NLE the Top Shotta Am Dm e|-----5-----5----------0-1---0h1p0------------------------------------------| B|-------5-----5--------------------3----------------------------------------| G|---5-----------5----2------------------------------------------------------| D|------------------0-------0------------------------------------------------| x2 A|-0-------0-----------------------------------------------------------------| E|--------------------------------------------------------------------------- (notes relative to capo 5)
************************************ | h Hammer-on | p Pull-off ************************************ Chorus: NLE Choppa: Am Dm Uh, posted (Posted), in front of the trap (Front the trap) Am Selling dope 'til the sun come down (Come down) Dm Take a fuck nigga right off the map (Off the map) Am When I hit him with this whole hundred rounds (A hundred rounds) Dm Yung Joc, in the club with my Glock (With my Glock) Am You want to play, and then this bitch going down (It's goin' down) Dm We ain't hesitatin', bullets get to blazin' (Get to blazin') Am I'ma lay him down like he in the lounge Dm Walk 'em down, walk 'em down Am Walk 'em down, walk 'em down Dm Walk 'em down, walk 'em down Walk 'em down, walk 'em down Verse 1: NLE Choppa: Am Walk down on 'em in Balenciaga runners Dm My blood slime a nigga out just like an anaconda Am You go against me, then you fucked just like a used condom (You fucked, yeah) Dm I roll 'em up and then I smoke 'em like some good ganja, ayy (I smoke 'em up, yeah) Am Still doing drive-bys, but I wanna walk 'em (I wanna) Dm If I can't find 'em, you know I'm gonna stalk 'em (I gotta stalk 'em) Am Caution tape up on the scene, I had to white chalk 'em (Grrt, grrt) Dm Running from my gun, but my bullets had to hawk 'em (Yeah) Chorus: NLE Choppa: Am Dm Uh, posted (Posted), in front of the trap (Front the trap) Am Selling dope 'til the sun come down (Come down) Dm Take a fuck nigga right off the map (Off the map) Am When I hit him with this whole hundred rounds (A hundred rounds) Dm Yung Joc, in the club with my Glock (With my Glock) Am You want to play, and then this bitch going down (It's goin' down) Dm We ain't hesitatin', bullets get to blazin' (Get to blazin') Am I'ma lay him down like he in the lounge Dm Walk 'em down, walk 'em down Am Walk 'em down, walk 'em down Dm Walk 'em down, walk 'em down Walk 'em down, walk 'em down Verse 2: Roddy Ricch: Am Nigga, I was posted on the corner where the J's at Dm Roll up in the four by four, pull up at the corner store Am And I got red in my drink when I pour up soda Dm I remember prayin' that the feds never take the Motorola Am Choppa got the chopper, make 'em do a backflip Dm Pay my dawg a dime to walk him down, he need the racks, bitch Am I been drinkin', I been taking all this codeine to the face Dm Got a lot of M's in the safe Caught a murder, then I beat the case Am I was just about to do the race Chorus: NLE Choppa: Am Dm Uh, posted (Posted), in front of the trap (Front the trap) Am Selling dope 'til the sun come down (Come down) Dm Take a fuck nigga right off the map (Off the map) Am When I hit him with this whole hundred rounds (A hundred rounds) Dm Yung Joc, in the club with my Glock (With my Glock) Am You want to play, and then this bitch going down (It's goin' down) Dm We ain't hesitatin', bullets get to blazin' (Get to blazin') Am I'ma lay him down like he in the lounge Dm Walk 'em down, walk 'em down Am Walk 'em down, walk 'em down Dm Walk 'em down, walk 'em down Am Dm Walk 'em down, walk 'em down
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