Chords for A Boogie Wit da Hoodie - Numbers (Lyrics) ft. Roddy Ricch x Gunna x London On Da Track

_ _ _ _ I'ma tell you something, _ [C] _
[Bm] I'ma tell you something.
_ _ _ [Em] _
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[Bm] _ _ We got London on the [Em] train.
You mad nigga, your adrenaline rushing, it feel like a bus but I'm whipping [Bm] the ray.
Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feeling [Em] the way.
I ain't saying I'm a dick, you had to re-prescript it for me cause I don't feel the [Bm] pain.
Let a nigga touch my team, [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 little brother turned to a drummer, walking my side, now he got the lungs.
[Em] I said that Maybach with a gaze, I tell my brothers ball a hundred summers.
[Bm] All my niggas know, run up them numbers.
Fuck, run up them numbers.
[Em] _
Run up them numbers, okay, see you don't [Am] want no thunder.
The old [Bm] chase, see me, Grady the one, okay, see you don't want no thunder.
[Em] _
Christian the sweater, okay, Christian Dio [Am] the sweater.
The double [Bm] 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 a deposit, poppin' overseas.
[Em] Shawty gave me slime and tapioca, see, I make some cars and pay cop the fee.
[Bm] Gotta be an anti-social [B] gangster, cause the fear is watching my tits.
[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 had to re-prescript it for me cause I don't feel [Bm] the pain.
Let a nigga touch my team, 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 lover.
[Em] I tell that Maybach, wear that Jay's ass, tell my brothers, buy the hundred summers.
[Bm] All my niggas know, run up them numbers, fuck, run up them numbers.
[Em]
Fuck it up, run up them numbers, play it on like a plumber, and so do I the plumber.
[Bm] So do I the plumber, I'm dead to your enemies, one guy's a bummer, the plumber's a bummer.
[Em]
You let it get to your head, yeah, I remember when you wasn't around.
[Bm]
I used to go, stay by the street, yeah, so you wouldn't turn away.
[Em] I used to be filling 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 swear, [B] or to mom, I fuck up your idea.
[Em]
I was on a piece of the pie, yeah, I wanna speed up and I die, [D] yeah.
I got a gun full of hot tank, have a ball party with the [Em] passenger.
Leave me the top of the top, yeah, these fuck niggas don't know where to drop [Bm] it.
And I wanna ride it and [B] I drop it, and he mad at my bitch, got a mindset.
[Em] You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushing, it feel like a bus, but I'm doing [Bm] a rave.
Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feeling the [Em] way.
I ain't saying I'm addicted, I done re-restricted, fuck it, cause I don't feel the [Bm] pain.
Now the nigga touch my chain, [B] fuck it, nigga, kill him, [D] fuck it, nigga, take me [Em] away.
I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot the shit up.
[Bm] Had my little brother turn to a drummer, walked him outside, now he got the llama.
[Em] I said, that made man, where they J's at?
Tell my brothers, baller, hunnid summers.
[Bm] All my niggas know, run up them numbers, [B] fuck it, run up them numbers.
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