Chords for "Jay5ive" 🧹 Pt 4 | Hazard Lights ⚠️ | 🎹: @keziibeats
Tempo:
70.65 bpm
Chords used:
Dm
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Dm] Crap, crap, yo put that thumb right there
Crap, crap, don't care what that nigga
[D] Crap, crap, that's not cold, what am I telling you nigga
Like why, do you think you got any chance getting low
Like five, get on my A bro, the amps on a blow
Oh my, that's what she said when I passed on my pole
J5, that be the most coming out of her throat
I bet I'll push up [Dm] on him but he won't
Shots to his body, can't pick up his phone
And I only said walk, I do not say patrol
Like Lamar [D] on the best, niggas left him alone
Crank through that block, I might bang on my set sheet
I'm tryna spin, hit him, frisbee
I show to the broom, she poppin' her tits
She smokin' on J, playin' rippy
How many got shot nigga, you get me
Now she yellin' out Eli, BJ, Gillies
She blew on my dick, come and get with me
Oh that's Michael Rowe, why he runnin' Ricky
Bro throwin' thorn, and I'm throwin' Nick
J5 can I come, I'm tryna get tipsy
She smokin' on Elda, see him, diddy
He coulda died in his sleep, shit fuck with his kidney
Why y'all listen to him, that nigga got shot
Doggy, EK, y'all niggas drop
I saw Nardi poppin', I see AJ walk
Put the gun in my head, E with the dot
See Reece, woke, he wasn't on shit
Five, you got it, came outta his lips
I be TNB, Dell, and that nigga dead
Reece throw his wooden, runnin' out, they kicks
Like how many might not shot
I said it before, none of mine got fucked
Check, bitch, Nas not shot
EG, J5 not shot
Cap, Essie, Monto shots
GB, Chunky, they not flocked
Weldon, Niki, no bullets hot
Free, ass with a dot, ass die not flocked
She throw it back, while I'm bustin'
It's new, he can't get in the way, bullets touchin'
Them bullets is burnin', he ain't robbin'
He better play dead, this ain't nothin' he want
He thinks for a second, like I'm bout to punch him
She throw it back, how the fuck is we?
Like, how the fuck is we cuffin'?
Breakin' my pole, cause I told you I'm comin'
Take, I got a soul, I'm really screwed when I'm just tryna come in
Like, I'll be woke, bros tryna boo, cause they mention his cousin
Like, she know my turf, why would you think that we ever was cussin'?
Like, he with his bitch, why does he even [Dm] feel comfortable runnin'?
Like, lies in my ear, baby girl, I am not tryna hit nothin'
Like, heart broken, if you did me wrong, how you makin' assumptions?
I ain't comin', I can't bring a gun in
Know I get kicked on the floor, niggas jump them
Smokin' on Diddy and smokin' on Elder
Cause I don't know which basketball player punch him
Crap, crap, don't care what that nigga
[D] Crap, crap, that's not cold, what am I telling you nigga
Like why, do you think you got any chance getting low
Like five, get on my A bro, the amps on a blow
Oh my, that's what she said when I passed on my pole
J5, that be the most coming out of her throat
I bet I'll push up [Dm] on him but he won't
Shots to his body, can't pick up his phone
And I only said walk, I do not say patrol
Like Lamar [D] on the best, niggas left him alone
Crank through that block, I might bang on my set sheet
I'm tryna spin, hit him, frisbee
I show to the broom, she poppin' her tits
She smokin' on J, playin' rippy
How many got shot nigga, you get me
Now she yellin' out Eli, BJ, Gillies
She blew on my dick, come and get with me
Oh that's Michael Rowe, why he runnin' Ricky
Bro throwin' thorn, and I'm throwin' Nick
J5 can I come, I'm tryna get tipsy
She smokin' on Elda, see him, diddy
He coulda died in his sleep, shit fuck with his kidney
Why y'all listen to him, that nigga got shot
Doggy, EK, y'all niggas drop
I saw Nardi poppin', I see AJ walk
Put the gun in my head, E with the dot
See Reece, woke, he wasn't on shit
Five, you got it, came outta his lips
I be TNB, Dell, and that nigga dead
Reece throw his wooden, runnin' out, they kicks
Like how many might not shot
I said it before, none of mine got fucked
Check, bitch, Nas not shot
EG, J5 not shot
Cap, Essie, Monto shots
GB, Chunky, they not flocked
Weldon, Niki, no bullets hot
Free, ass with a dot, ass die not flocked
She throw it back, while I'm bustin'
It's new, he can't get in the way, bullets touchin'
Them bullets is burnin', he ain't robbin'
He better play dead, this ain't nothin' he want
He thinks for a second, like I'm bout to punch him
She throw it back, how the fuck is we?
Like, how the fuck is we cuffin'?
Breakin' my pole, cause I told you I'm comin'
Take, I got a soul, I'm really screwed when I'm just tryna come in
Like, I'll be woke, bros tryna boo, cause they mention his cousin
Like, she know my turf, why would you think that we ever was cussin'?
Like, he with his bitch, why does he even [Dm] feel comfortable runnin'?
Like, lies in my ear, baby girl, I am not tryna hit nothin'
Like, heart broken, if you did me wrong, how you makin' assumptions?
I ain't comin', I can't bring a gun in
Know I get kicked on the floor, niggas jump them
Smokin' on Diddy and smokin' on Elder
Cause I don't know which basketball player punch him
Key:
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_ [Dm] Crap, crap, yo put that thumb right there
Crap, crap, _ don't care what that nigga
[D] Crap, crap, that's not cold, what am I telling you nigga
Like why, do you think you got any chance getting low
Like five, get on my A bro, the amps on a blow
Oh my, that's what she said when I passed on my pole
J5, that be the most coming out of her throat
I bet I'll push up [Dm] on him but he won't
Shots to his body, can't pick up his phone
And I only said walk, I do not say patrol
Like Lamar [D] on the best, niggas left him alone
Crank through that block, I might bang on my set sheet
I'm tryna spin, hit him, frisbee
I show to the broom, she poppin' her tits
She smokin' on J, playin' rippy
How many got shot nigga, you get me
Now she yellin' out Eli, BJ, Gillies
She blew on my dick, come and get with me
Oh that's Michael Rowe, why he runnin' Ricky
Bro throwin' thorn, and I'm throwin' Nick
J5 can I come, I'm tryna get tipsy
She smokin' on Elda, see him, diddy
He coulda died in his sleep, shit fuck with his kidney
Why y'all listen to him, that nigga got shot
Doggy, EK, y'all niggas drop
I saw Nardi poppin', I see AJ walk
Put the gun in my head, E with the dot
See Reece, woke, he wasn't on shit
Five, you got it, came outta his lips
I be TNB, Dell, and that nigga dead
Reece throw his wooden, runnin' out, they kicks
Like how many might not shot
I said it before, none of mine got fucked
Check, bitch, Nas not shot
EG, J5 not shot
Cap, Essie, Monto shots
GB, Chunky, they not flocked
Weldon, Niki, no bullets hot
Free, ass with a dot, ass die not flocked
She throw it back, while I'm bustin'
It's new, he can't get in the way, bullets touchin'
Them bullets is burnin', he ain't robbin'
He better play dead, this ain't nothin' he want
He thinks for a second, like I'm bout to punch him
She throw it back, how the fuck is we?
Like, how the fuck is we cuffin'?
Breakin' my pole, cause I told you I'm comin'
Take, I got a soul, I'm really screwed when I'm just tryna come in
Like, I'll be woke, bros tryna boo, cause they mention his cousin
Like, she know my turf, why would you think that we ever was cussin'?
Like, he with his bitch, why does he even [Dm] feel comfortable runnin'?
Like, lies in my ear, baby girl, I am not tryna hit nothin'
Like, heart broken, if you did me wrong, how you makin' assumptions?
I ain't comin', I can't bring a gun in
Know I get kicked on the floor, niggas jump them
Smokin' on Diddy and smokin' on Elder
Cause I don't know which basketball player punch him _ _
Crap, crap, _ don't care what that nigga
[D] Crap, crap, that's not cold, what am I telling you nigga
Like why, do you think you got any chance getting low
Like five, get on my A bro, the amps on a blow
Oh my, that's what she said when I passed on my pole
J5, that be the most coming out of her throat
I bet I'll push up [Dm] on him but he won't
Shots to his body, can't pick up his phone
And I only said walk, I do not say patrol
Like Lamar [D] on the best, niggas left him alone
Crank through that block, I might bang on my set sheet
I'm tryna spin, hit him, frisbee
I show to the broom, she poppin' her tits
She smokin' on J, playin' rippy
How many got shot nigga, you get me
Now she yellin' out Eli, BJ, Gillies
She blew on my dick, come and get with me
Oh that's Michael Rowe, why he runnin' Ricky
Bro throwin' thorn, and I'm throwin' Nick
J5 can I come, I'm tryna get tipsy
She smokin' on Elda, see him, diddy
He coulda died in his sleep, shit fuck with his kidney
Why y'all listen to him, that nigga got shot
Doggy, EK, y'all niggas drop
I saw Nardi poppin', I see AJ walk
Put the gun in my head, E with the dot
See Reece, woke, he wasn't on shit
Five, you got it, came outta his lips
I be TNB, Dell, and that nigga dead
Reece throw his wooden, runnin' out, they kicks
Like how many might not shot
I said it before, none of mine got fucked
Check, bitch, Nas not shot
EG, J5 not shot
Cap, Essie, Monto shots
GB, Chunky, they not flocked
Weldon, Niki, no bullets hot
Free, ass with a dot, ass die not flocked
She throw it back, while I'm bustin'
It's new, he can't get in the way, bullets touchin'
Them bullets is burnin', he ain't robbin'
He better play dead, this ain't nothin' he want
He thinks for a second, like I'm bout to punch him
She throw it back, how the fuck is we?
Like, how the fuck is we cuffin'?
Breakin' my pole, cause I told you I'm comin'
Take, I got a soul, I'm really screwed when I'm just tryna come in
Like, I'll be woke, bros tryna boo, cause they mention his cousin
Like, she know my turf, why would you think that we ever was cussin'?
Like, he with his bitch, why does he even [Dm] feel comfortable runnin'?
Like, lies in my ear, baby girl, I am not tryna hit nothin'
Like, heart broken, if you did me wrong, how you makin' assumptions?
I ain't comin', I can't bring a gun in
Know I get kicked on the floor, niggas jump them
Smokin' on Diddy and smokin' on Elder
Cause I don't know which basketball player punch him _ _