Killed Before chords by Young Thug

We got London On Da Track


Chorus:
C                       D
Everyone know I've been killed before
Em
  I've been bent like a centerfold
C                 D
I crap with my money, no
Em
  Drop the top get a breeze, ohh
C                       D
  Got four million in jewelry, ohh
Em
  Let that money fly to the ceiling, woah
C                         D
  Did you pay someone's tuition, no (woah)
Em
  Do you own a store, no (woah)

Verse 1:
C                     D
  Yeah, fuck all this bullshit (SLATT)
             Em
Diamonds for all us Kings, yeah

Got my money went Ludacris (let's go)
                     C
Give some racks to a hood bitch
                     D
Give some racks to a pulpit
            Em
Look at the grain, it's wood bitch

On the floor, it's a wool bitch
                     C
She suck dick like a whole tick (come on)
                    D
Diamonds on me they cold as shit
        Em
I thank God that I went legit (and what)

When we see 'em, you know we blitz (and what)
                  C
I can bet up, you know I'm rich (leggo)
D                        Em
  Shut the fuck up nigga bet up, you say you rich
C                               D
Different color diamonds, I'm a peacock
Em
  Different color diamonds, I'm a peacock
C                            D
Spot full of birdies with no treetop
Em
  You know you my son, you can be that
C                           D
  I bought the boat, the jetskis
      Em
Got a FN and a stick, don't test me
  C                                D
I stacked them hunnids up to God's knees
Em
  Ain't going broke until 2070


Chorus:
C                       D
Everyone know I've been killed before
Em
  I've been bent like a centerfold (woah)
C                 D
I crap with my money, no
Em
  Drop the top get a breeze, ohh
C                       D
  Got four million in jewelry, ohh
Em
  Let that money fly to the ceiling, (woah, woah)
C                         D
  Did you pay someone's tuition, no (woah)
Em
  Do you own a store, no


Verse 2:
C            D                               Em
  We ain't letting these bitches get between us
                                             C
We ain't letting no monkey niggas stand that close to us (close to us)
     D                                       Em
I ain't got no heart when it come down to my bro, yeah
                                         C
She is not my dresser, she just irons my clothes, yeah (thanks)
           D                       Em
Pulled off in a Tesla, pulled back in a Porsche, yeah
                                            C
'Bout the mozzarella, you'll get burnt like toast, yeah
      D                              Em
I get on that bullshit, you'll get extorted, yeah (extorted)
                                     C
Six kids with me, didn't think bout abortions, yeah (aye)
D                       Em                                             C
  I took a thottie outta Magic, took her to the pent, then I ooh oooh
D                             Em                       C
  The private jet came with a stewardess, like ooh oooh
D                        Em
  Ready for war like a machine
                          C
Came from pillies to post schemin'
D                              Em
  Now I got fifty hoes on they knees
                C
I put X in my codeine
D                               Em
  But I'm putting nothing in my weed
                            C
Yeah I took a jet right overseas
D                       Em
  I want some head from overseas
                            C
I caught a case, my jewelry seized
D                          Em
  I started out with fifty Ki's
                       C
My Bentayga clean like bleach
     D                         Em
On a yacht with blue water and blue cheese

On this shit like fleas, aye


Chorus:
C                       D
Everyone know I've been killed before
Em
  I've been bent like a centerfold (woah)
C                D
I crap with my money, no
Em
  Drop the top get a breeze, ohh
C                       D
  Got four million in jewelry, ohh
Em
  Let that money fly to the ceiling, woah (woah)
C                         D
  Did you pay someone's tuition, no
Em                       C
  Do you own a store, no


Outro:
D                  Em                                                 C
  I took a thottie outta Magic, took her to the pent, then I ooh oooh
D                             Em