Chords for A Boogie Wit da Hoodie - Numbers feat. Roddy Ricch, Gunna & London On Da Track [Official Audio]

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[Bm] _ _ _ _ I ain't [Em] _
saying I'm addicted, I done reprised it all because I don't feel the [Bm] pain.
Now the nigga touch my chain, [B] fucking nigga kill him, fucking nigga take [Em] me away.
I got my dogs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit though.
[Bm] And my lil' brother turn to a drummer, walk in my side, now he got [Em] the long, long, long
I said they made bad, where they gays at?
Tell my brothers, ball a hundred summers, [Bm] all my niggas know, run up them numbers,
fuck, run up them [Em] numbers.
Run up them numbers, okay, so you don't want no thunder [Bm] to O.J.C. McGrady the one, okay,
so you don't want no thunder, [Em]
yeah.
Christian the sweater, okay, Christian Dio the sweater, [Bm] the double R came with the umbrella,
[B] when I put the hoodie on it get real up.
[Em] Put a hundred thousand in my prodigy, got some little homies, got some prodigy,
and [Bm] I spent five hundred on prodigy.
Made out the price, poppin' overseas, [Em] shawty gave me sloppy, toppy on the seat,
I make some car, you pay cop, you sweet.
[Bm] Gotta be an anti-social [B] gangster, cause the feds watching my cheese.
[Em]
You mad nigga, your adrenaline rushing, it feel like a bus, but I'm whipping [Bm] the Wraith.
Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feeling [Em] the way.
I ain't saying I'm addicted, I don't refuse strictly, fuck it, cause I don't feel [Bm] the pain.
Had a nigga touch my chain, fucking nigga kill him, fucking nigga take me [Em] away.
I got my dogs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit though.
[Bm] And my little brother turned to a drummer, walking my side, now he got the [Em] lumber.
I take that main bag with a jay's ass, tell my brothers, buy the hundred summers.
[Bm] All my niggas know, run out them numbers, fuck, run out them numbers.
[Em]
Fuck it, I run out them numbers, play it like a plumber, and sold out the pump.
[Bm] I did to your hood, and we got some pump, and the pump was the pump.
[Em]
You let it get to your head, yeah, I remember when you wasn't around.
[Bm]
I used to go, ain't nobody scared, yeah, so you willing to tell me.
[Em] I used to be chilling in projects, even though I been running them numbers up.
[Bm] They used to tell me I'm not next, I'm like, look at me now, I'm in front of them.
[Em] And I just hope you never set me up, my lifestyle's too [Am] irregular.
[Bm] And I don't know how I'ma trust again, I [B] swear, or the mom and fuck up your eyes, [Em] yeah.
I was on a piece of the pie, yeah, I wanna speed off in a car, [D] yeah.
I got a gun full of hot tear, have a ball party with the [Em] passenger.
We be the top of the top, yeah, these fuck niggas don't know where to drop [Bm] it.
And I wanna ride it in a drop head, and he mad at my bitch, got a mindset.
[Em] You mad nigga, your adrenaline rushing, it feel like a bus, but I'm whooping [Bm] the rave.
Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feeling [Em] the wave.
I ain't saying I'm addicted, I done re-restricted, fuck it, cause I don't feel the [Bm] pain.
Had a nigga touch my chain, [B] fucking nigga, kill him, [D] fuck a nigga, take me [Em] away.
I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up.
[Bm] Had my little brother turn into a drummer, walk in my side, now he got the llama.
[Em] I said that Maybach, where that K's at?
Tell my brothers, baller, hunnids, slumbers.
[Bm] All my niggas know it, run up them numbers.
[B] Fuck it, run up them numbers.
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