Chords for Crewsont - Apex Predators (ft. Prompto x Sinizter x Mvko)
Tempo:
73 bpm
Chords used:
Gm
Eb
G
Cm
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] [Gm]
[Eb]
[Gm]
I'm about to snap at any moment, stay up, I'm on way
I've been hiding the nails, I'm practicing my [Gm] fucking aim
Got you in my glasses, got a target on your fucking face
Falling back, it's 3-0-8, extend your flight, and do your thing
Hollow heart, hell, put these bugs in my [Eb] chest, like me flex
Only death per day, no one else is [Gm] worth the risk
You think you're going hard but you're lame, bitch, I am riding brick
45's got something that you better hide, I come for next
Riding in the bushes cause we ain't bitch predators
[Eb] Ready to die motherfucker, I [Cm] ain't scared of ya
[Gm] Running full speed and we always stay ahead of ya
Fucking with the team and it's gonna be the end of ya
Raising hell fire from the sky and it's coming down
Red [Eb] laser beams from the south, [Gm] we ain't running out
Have you acting crazy like we turned a bird to a noun
Hit you in the ankle with that click-clack compound
Left everything to wait for better days
[Eb] The appeal is so meticulous, I'm careful [Gm] with my ways
You see the reasons, I do challenge all the reasons to the grave
I guess you gotta see it through and take your dumb ass to the grave, okay
You're falling down the rabbit hole like Alice
Wonder [Eb] how the grove of chalice filled with all the smoke
You [Cm] take a sip, [G] inhale and choke
God, I'll be so tired of [Bb]
you, I'm the angry
Who's over that neck?
[Gm] Talk your shit, you next, then bitch, [Eb] I might get him for that check
You better keep [G] abreast, my mental hanging on by a thread
So test the bitch like I'm death, I'll rum [Bb] and knock you over the [G] head Hey, hey
You can catch me out in the field, I'm always stalking [Eb] ya
Killings to the maul, I'm a [Cm] camo, my [Gm] spot is spotting ya
And I can tell you never on shit, that's why I'm mocking ya
I know I got them all in the fields, that's why I'm fucking ya
Hey, I'm about to snap at any moment, stay outside my [Eb] way
I've been hiding in the hills, I'm practicing [Gm] my fucking aim
Got you in my clutches, got a target on your fucking face
Falling back, the three-way, descend and fly through your brain
Hello, hi, hell, put your slugs in my [Eb] chest
Watch me flex, only good for gang, no [C] one else has broke [Gm] the rest
You think you're going hard but you're lame, bitch, I am not impressed
Forty blasts, got six and nine, you better hide, I go for next
[Eb]
[Gm]
I'm about to snap at any moment, stay up, I'm on way
I've been hiding the nails, I'm practicing my [Gm] fucking aim
Got you in my glasses, got a target on your fucking face
Falling back, it's 3-0-8, extend your flight, and do your thing
Hollow heart, hell, put these bugs in my [Eb] chest, like me flex
Only death per day, no one else is [Gm] worth the risk
You think you're going hard but you're lame, bitch, I am riding brick
45's got something that you better hide, I come for next
Riding in the bushes cause we ain't bitch predators
[Eb] Ready to die motherfucker, I [Cm] ain't scared of ya
[Gm] Running full speed and we always stay ahead of ya
Fucking with the team and it's gonna be the end of ya
Raising hell fire from the sky and it's coming down
Red [Eb] laser beams from the south, [Gm] we ain't running out
Have you acting crazy like we turned a bird to a noun
Hit you in the ankle with that click-clack compound
Left everything to wait for better days
[Eb] The appeal is so meticulous, I'm careful [Gm] with my ways
You see the reasons, I do challenge all the reasons to the grave
I guess you gotta see it through and take your dumb ass to the grave, okay
You're falling down the rabbit hole like Alice
Wonder [Eb] how the grove of chalice filled with all the smoke
You [Cm] take a sip, [G] inhale and choke
God, I'll be so tired of [Bb]
you, I'm the angry
Who's over that neck?
[Gm] Talk your shit, you next, then bitch, [Eb] I might get him for that check
You better keep [G] abreast, my mental hanging on by a thread
So test the bitch like I'm death, I'll rum [Bb] and knock you over the [G] head Hey, hey
You can catch me out in the field, I'm always stalking [Eb] ya
Killings to the maul, I'm a [Cm] camo, my [Gm] spot is spotting ya
And I can tell you never on shit, that's why I'm mocking ya
I know I got them all in the fields, that's why I'm fucking ya
Hey, I'm about to snap at any moment, stay outside my [Eb] way
I've been hiding in the hills, I'm practicing [Gm] my fucking aim
Got you in my clutches, got a target on your fucking face
Falling back, the three-way, descend and fly through your brain
Hello, hi, hell, put your slugs in my [Eb] chest
Watch me flex, only good for gang, no [C] one else has broke [Gm] the rest
You think you're going hard but you're lame, bitch, I am not impressed
Forty blasts, got six and nine, you better hide, I go for next
Key:
Gm
Eb
G
Cm
Bb
Gm
Eb
G
_ [G] _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm about to snap at any moment, stay up, I'm on way
I've been hiding the nails, I'm practicing my [Gm] fucking aim
Got you in my glasses, got a target on your fucking face
Falling back, it's 3-0-8, extend your flight, and do your thing
Hollow heart, hell, put these bugs in my [Eb] chest, like me flex
Only death per day, no one else is [Gm] worth the risk
You think you're going hard but you're lame, bitch, I am riding brick
45's got something that you better hide, I come for next
Riding in the bushes cause we ain't bitch predators
[Eb] Ready to die motherfucker, I [Cm] ain't scared of ya
[Gm] Running full speed and we always stay ahead of ya
Fucking with the team and it's gonna be the end of ya
Raising hell fire from the sky and it's coming down
Red [Eb] laser beams from the south, [Gm] we ain't running out
Have you acting crazy like we turned a bird to a noun
Hit you in the ankle with that click-clack compound
Left everything to wait for better days
[Eb] The appeal is so meticulous, I'm careful [Gm] with my ways
You see the reasons, I do challenge all the reasons to the grave
I guess you gotta see it through and take your dumb ass to the grave, okay
You're falling down the rabbit hole like Alice
Wonder [Eb] how the grove of chalice filled with all the smoke
You [Cm] take a sip, [G] inhale and choke
God, I'll be so tired of _ _ [Bb] _
you, I'm the angry
Who's over that neck?
[Gm] Talk your shit, you next, then bitch, [Eb] I might get him for that check
You better keep [G] abreast, my mental hanging on by a thread
So test the bitch like I'm death, I'll rum [Bb] and knock you over the [G] head Hey, hey
You can catch me out in the field, I'm always stalking [Eb] ya
Killings to the maul, I'm a [Cm] camo, my [Gm] spot is spotting ya
And I can tell you never on shit, that's why I'm mocking ya
I know I got them all in the fields, that's why I'm fucking ya
Hey, I'm about to snap at any moment, stay outside my [Eb] way
I've been hiding in the hills, I'm practicing [Gm] my fucking aim
Got you in my clutches, got a target on your fucking face
Falling back, the three-way, descend and fly through your brain
Hello, hi, hell, put your slugs in my [Eb] chest
Watch me flex, only good for gang, no [C] one else has broke [Gm] the rest
You think you're going hard but you're lame, bitch, I am not impressed
Forty blasts, got six and nine, you better hide, I go for next _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm about to snap at any moment, stay up, I'm on way
I've been hiding the nails, I'm practicing my [Gm] fucking aim
Got you in my glasses, got a target on your fucking face
Falling back, it's 3-0-8, extend your flight, and do your thing
Hollow heart, hell, put these bugs in my [Eb] chest, like me flex
Only death per day, no one else is [Gm] worth the risk
You think you're going hard but you're lame, bitch, I am riding brick
45's got something that you better hide, I come for next
Riding in the bushes cause we ain't bitch predators
[Eb] Ready to die motherfucker, I [Cm] ain't scared of ya
[Gm] Running full speed and we always stay ahead of ya
Fucking with the team and it's gonna be the end of ya
Raising hell fire from the sky and it's coming down
Red [Eb] laser beams from the south, [Gm] we ain't running out
Have you acting crazy like we turned a bird to a noun
Hit you in the ankle with that click-clack compound
Left everything to wait for better days
[Eb] The appeal is so meticulous, I'm careful [Gm] with my ways
You see the reasons, I do challenge all the reasons to the grave
I guess you gotta see it through and take your dumb ass to the grave, okay
You're falling down the rabbit hole like Alice
Wonder [Eb] how the grove of chalice filled with all the smoke
You [Cm] take a sip, [G] inhale and choke
God, I'll be so tired of _ _ [Bb] _
you, I'm the angry
Who's over that neck?
[Gm] Talk your shit, you next, then bitch, [Eb] I might get him for that check
You better keep [G] abreast, my mental hanging on by a thread
So test the bitch like I'm death, I'll rum [Bb] and knock you over the [G] head Hey, hey
You can catch me out in the field, I'm always stalking [Eb] ya
Killings to the maul, I'm a [Cm] camo, my [Gm] spot is spotting ya
And I can tell you never on shit, that's why I'm mocking ya
I know I got them all in the fields, that's why I'm fucking ya
Hey, I'm about to snap at any moment, stay outside my [Eb] way
I've been hiding in the hills, I'm practicing [Gm] my fucking aim
Got you in my clutches, got a target on your fucking face
Falling back, the three-way, descend and fly through your brain
Hello, hi, hell, put your slugs in my [Eb] chest
Watch me flex, only good for gang, no [C] one else has broke [Gm] the rest
You think you're going hard but you're lame, bitch, I am not impressed
Forty blasts, got six and nine, you better hide, I go for next _ _ _ _ _
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