Chords for DDG - I'm Geekin (slowed down) Lyrics | i'm on a whole nother level i'm geekin
Tempo:
97.75 bpm
Chords used:
G
Cm
A
Fm
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] I'm on a whole nother level, I'm geeky You think you fuckin' with [A] me, boy, you tweaky
[G] Ready for war, I just need me a reason I'm gettin' buckets in regular [G] season
Honestly wonderin' when I'ma lose it Come get your [A] wifey, she with it, she choosin'
Maybe I be [Fm] drivin' and stuff, I be cruisin' I [Cm] got the game in my [G] motherfuckin' pocket
All of [A] this rappin' and shit just a option [Gm] I'm finna cook in [Cm] this stupidity, crock it
[D] I'm finna take off [Fm] and rap like a rocket Hop on a [G] yacht in Miami and surf it
With hella bitches, they drinkin' and twerkin' Don't post on [Cm] stories, my shorty be lurkin'
Can't stop the [Fm] graphin', old bitchin' ain't worth it
Go [Eb] to my life for the week of the fashion Addicted to dressin', I drip with a passion
Your nigga know I'm that nigga, just askin' Look at the diamonds, they hittin', they dancin'
I'm from the trenches, I learn how to hustle I get the cabbage, [A] the lettuce, the brussel
I make a million, then triple, then double Upgrade the [F] Glock with a laser and [Cm] muzzle
[G] I'm on a whole nother level, I'm geeky You think you fuckin' [Cm] with me, boy, you tweakin'
Ready for war, I just need [C] me a reason I'm [Cm] gettin' buckets in regular [G] season
Honestly wonderin' when I'ma lose it Come get [A] your wifey, she with it, she choosin'
[G] Maybe I be drivin' and stuff, I be cruisin' [Cm] All the little women that's quotin' my [G] tweets
I don't know if they want a piece of my [Gm] meat I'm a motherfuckin' boss, [Cm] but you know I'm elite
I cannot [C] take a loss, cause I'm [Ab] playin' for keeps When I step [Cm] out the house, watch the money increase
I be robbin' the net, nigga, call the police Feelin' immortal, I feel like a little reach
You get turned [Fm] paranormal if I see you reach [Eb] Ghost, DDD Childish, that nigga be [C] tweetin'
too much On my mama, he doin' the most
I really hate him, but lowkey, I really fuck [Cm] with him
I check for whatever he [Eb] post That nigga doin' too much, I want Halle [Cm] to drop him
Let's make a petition [Gm] and vote How about y'all niggas quit bitchin' [Cm] and go
get some motion [Fm] And take my dick out of your throat
[G] [A]
[G]
[A]
[G] I'm fuckin' pocket, I'm just rappin' this shit, just an option
[Eb] I'm finna cook in this stupedi,
[G] Ready for war, I just need me a reason I'm gettin' buckets in regular [G] season
Honestly wonderin' when I'ma lose it Come get your [A] wifey, she with it, she choosin'
Maybe I be [Fm] drivin' and stuff, I be cruisin' I [Cm] got the game in my [G] motherfuckin' pocket
All of [A] this rappin' and shit just a option [Gm] I'm finna cook in [Cm] this stupidity, crock it
[D] I'm finna take off [Fm] and rap like a rocket Hop on a [G] yacht in Miami and surf it
With hella bitches, they drinkin' and twerkin' Don't post on [Cm] stories, my shorty be lurkin'
Can't stop the [Fm] graphin', old bitchin' ain't worth it
Go [Eb] to my life for the week of the fashion Addicted to dressin', I drip with a passion
Your nigga know I'm that nigga, just askin' Look at the diamonds, they hittin', they dancin'
I'm from the trenches, I learn how to hustle I get the cabbage, [A] the lettuce, the brussel
I make a million, then triple, then double Upgrade the [F] Glock with a laser and [Cm] muzzle
[G] I'm on a whole nother level, I'm geeky You think you fuckin' [Cm] with me, boy, you tweakin'
Ready for war, I just need [C] me a reason I'm [Cm] gettin' buckets in regular [G] season
Honestly wonderin' when I'ma lose it Come get [A] your wifey, she with it, she choosin'
[G] Maybe I be drivin' and stuff, I be cruisin' [Cm] All the little women that's quotin' my [G] tweets
I don't know if they want a piece of my [Gm] meat I'm a motherfuckin' boss, [Cm] but you know I'm elite
I cannot [C] take a loss, cause I'm [Ab] playin' for keeps When I step [Cm] out the house, watch the money increase
I be robbin' the net, nigga, call the police Feelin' immortal, I feel like a little reach
You get turned [Fm] paranormal if I see you reach [Eb] Ghost, DDD Childish, that nigga be [C] tweetin'
too much On my mama, he doin' the most
I really hate him, but lowkey, I really fuck [Cm] with him
I check for whatever he [Eb] post That nigga doin' too much, I want Halle [Cm] to drop him
Let's make a petition [Gm] and vote How about y'all niggas quit bitchin' [Cm] and go
get some motion [Fm] And take my dick out of your throat
[G] [A]
[G]
[A]
[G] I'm fuckin' pocket, I'm just rappin' this shit, just an option
[Eb] I'm finna cook in this stupedi,
Key:
G
Cm
A
Fm
Eb
G
Cm
A
_ _ _ [G] I'm on a whole nother level, I'm geeky You think you fuckin' with [A] me, boy, you tweaky
[G] Ready for war, I just need me a reason I'm gettin' buckets in regular [G] season
Honestly wonderin' when I'ma lose it Come get your [A] wifey, she with it, she choosin'
Maybe I be [Fm] drivin' and stuff, I be cruisin' I [Cm] got the game in my [G] motherfuckin' pocket
All of [A] this rappin' and shit just a option [Gm] I'm finna cook in [Cm] this stupidity, crock it
[D] I'm finna take off [Fm] and rap like a rocket Hop on a [G] yacht in Miami and surf it
With hella bitches, they drinkin' and twerkin' Don't post on [Cm] stories, my shorty be lurkin'
Can't stop the [Fm] graphin', old bitchin' ain't worth it
Go [Eb] to my life for the week of the fashion Addicted to dressin', I drip with a passion
Your nigga know I'm that nigga, just askin' Look at the diamonds, they hittin', they dancin'
I'm from the trenches, I learn how to hustle I get the cabbage, [A] the lettuce, the brussel
I make a million, then triple, then double Upgrade the [F] Glock with a laser and [Cm] muzzle _ _
[G] _ I'm on a whole nother level, I'm geeky You think you fuckin' [Cm] with me, boy, you tweakin'
Ready for war, I just need [C] me a reason I'm [Cm] gettin' buckets in regular [G] season
Honestly wonderin' when I'ma lose it Come get [A] your wifey, she with it, she choosin'
[G] Maybe I be drivin' and stuff, I be cruisin' [Cm] All the little women that's quotin' my [G] tweets
I don't know if they want a piece of my [Gm] meat I'm a motherfuckin' boss, [Cm] but you know I'm elite
I cannot [C] take a loss, cause I'm [Ab] playin' for keeps When I step [Cm] out the house, watch the money increase
I be robbin' the net, nigga, call the police Feelin' immortal, I feel like a little reach
You get turned [Fm] paranormal if I see you reach [Eb] Ghost, DDD Childish, that nigga be [C] tweetin'
too much On my mama, he doin' the most
I really hate him, but lowkey, I really fuck [Cm] with him
I check for whatever he [Eb] post That nigga doin' too much, I want Halle [Cm] to drop him
Let's make a petition [Gm] and vote How about y'all niggas quit bitchin' [Cm] and go
get some motion [Fm] And take my dick out of your throat _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ I'm fuckin' pocket, I'm just rappin' this shit, just an option
[Eb] I'm finna cook in this stupedi,
[G] Ready for war, I just need me a reason I'm gettin' buckets in regular [G] season
Honestly wonderin' when I'ma lose it Come get your [A] wifey, she with it, she choosin'
Maybe I be [Fm] drivin' and stuff, I be cruisin' I [Cm] got the game in my [G] motherfuckin' pocket
All of [A] this rappin' and shit just a option [Gm] I'm finna cook in [Cm] this stupidity, crock it
[D] I'm finna take off [Fm] and rap like a rocket Hop on a [G] yacht in Miami and surf it
With hella bitches, they drinkin' and twerkin' Don't post on [Cm] stories, my shorty be lurkin'
Can't stop the [Fm] graphin', old bitchin' ain't worth it
Go [Eb] to my life for the week of the fashion Addicted to dressin', I drip with a passion
Your nigga know I'm that nigga, just askin' Look at the diamonds, they hittin', they dancin'
I'm from the trenches, I learn how to hustle I get the cabbage, [A] the lettuce, the brussel
I make a million, then triple, then double Upgrade the [F] Glock with a laser and [Cm] muzzle _ _
[G] _ I'm on a whole nother level, I'm geeky You think you fuckin' [Cm] with me, boy, you tweakin'
Ready for war, I just need [C] me a reason I'm [Cm] gettin' buckets in regular [G] season
Honestly wonderin' when I'ma lose it Come get [A] your wifey, she with it, she choosin'
[G] Maybe I be drivin' and stuff, I be cruisin' [Cm] All the little women that's quotin' my [G] tweets
I don't know if they want a piece of my [Gm] meat I'm a motherfuckin' boss, [Cm] but you know I'm elite
I cannot [C] take a loss, cause I'm [Ab] playin' for keeps When I step [Cm] out the house, watch the money increase
I be robbin' the net, nigga, call the police Feelin' immortal, I feel like a little reach
You get turned [Fm] paranormal if I see you reach [Eb] Ghost, DDD Childish, that nigga be [C] tweetin'
too much On my mama, he doin' the most
I really hate him, but lowkey, I really fuck [Cm] with him
I check for whatever he [Eb] post That nigga doin' too much, I want Halle [Cm] to drop him
Let's make a petition [Gm] and vote How about y'all niggas quit bitchin' [Cm] and go
get some motion [Fm] And take my dick out of your throat _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ I'm fuckin' pocket, I'm just rappin' this shit, just an option
[Eb] I'm finna cook in this stupedi,