Chords for EST Gee - Bigger Than Life Or Death
Tempo:
112.65 bpm
Chords used:
Bbm
F
C
Db
Fm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Niggas, I said it to the gangsta, man
[Db] Niggas, niggas can't even try [F] hitting that cop
I'm bout to [Bbm] let him down
Riding in something they call Six Figures to get the pay tag
[Fm] With a bitch that say she the realest but she got fake [Bbm] ass
Off of all these percs when I don't let her make my day bad
Yellow V's, 230 IPs, [Bbm] mix with hot coke grass
Simple bars, cool enough flow, give me like 10 [C] grand
That's a brick, where's my wrist?
Ice like a sun [Bbm] bath
Remember turning quarters in Zips and it made my J's mad
Them niggas love me to death so I made them play dead
Little brick, can't say I ain't give them all I had
Bet it wasn't enough, [F] activate, you can't lock in with us
Little trucks, [Bbm] I don't love you, chin it up
We try and hit on some, when they [F] slid on us
End up wrecking, curl ass and stuff
It ain't safe to ride down [Bbm] popular blood, not even on the bus
Niggas got [F] a better chance at playing the lottery than playing with us
Making stuff I call this bluff, set [F] the bait, kill the wolf
Your opinion don't mean nothing, you ain't never [Bbm] seen with us
Last time you put in work, nigga, I [F] was a youngin'
Five, seven punks, you a sucker, [Bbm] easy as butter
Need to knock the meat out of something and make it puss up
You ain't killed nothing in this calendar, shut the fuck up
You ain't worth a hundred or better than [C] shut the fuck up
In another nigga hood, icy, I ain't got nothing to
Don't [Bbm] add too much water, then stir it and it's gon' rump up
Act like I ain't put in that work when you see me come up
Like I ain't supposed to be here and I just got lucky
[F] It's funny saying niggas that hate me the ones out frontin'
[Bbm] Knowing you afraid cause you post me and made it public
Knowing if I tell them to go for it, ain't no point
Fuckin' nigga, sum it up
[F] [Bbm]
[F] [D]
[Db] Niggas, niggas can't even try [F] hitting that cop
I'm bout to [Bbm] let him down
Riding in something they call Six Figures to get the pay tag
[Fm] With a bitch that say she the realest but she got fake [Bbm] ass
Off of all these percs when I don't let her make my day bad
Yellow V's, 230 IPs, [Bbm] mix with hot coke grass
Simple bars, cool enough flow, give me like 10 [C] grand
That's a brick, where's my wrist?
Ice like a sun [Bbm] bath
Remember turning quarters in Zips and it made my J's mad
Them niggas love me to death so I made them play dead
Little brick, can't say I ain't give them all I had
Bet it wasn't enough, [F] activate, you can't lock in with us
Little trucks, [Bbm] I don't love you, chin it up
We try and hit on some, when they [F] slid on us
End up wrecking, curl ass and stuff
It ain't safe to ride down [Bbm] popular blood, not even on the bus
Niggas got [F] a better chance at playing the lottery than playing with us
Making stuff I call this bluff, set [F] the bait, kill the wolf
Your opinion don't mean nothing, you ain't never [Bbm] seen with us
Last time you put in work, nigga, I [F] was a youngin'
Five, seven punks, you a sucker, [Bbm] easy as butter
Need to knock the meat out of something and make it puss up
You ain't killed nothing in this calendar, shut the fuck up
You ain't worth a hundred or better than [C] shut the fuck up
In another nigga hood, icy, I ain't got nothing to
Don't [Bbm] add too much water, then stir it and it's gon' rump up
Act like I ain't put in that work when you see me come up
Like I ain't supposed to be here and I just got lucky
[F] It's funny saying niggas that hate me the ones out frontin'
[Bbm] Knowing you afraid cause you post me and made it public
Knowing if I tell them to go for it, ain't no point
Fuckin' nigga, sum it up
[F] [Bbm]
[F] [D]
Key:
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F
C
Db
Fm
Bbm
F
C
Niggas, I said it to the gangsta, man
[Db] Niggas, niggas can't even try [F] hitting that cop
I'm bout to [Bbm] let him down
Riding in something they call Six Figures to get the pay tag
[Fm] With a bitch that say she the realest but she got fake [Bbm] ass
Off of all these percs when I don't let her make my day bad
Yellow V's, 230 IPs, [Bbm] mix with hot coke grass
Simple bars, cool enough flow, give me like 10 [C] grand
That's a brick, where's my wrist?
Ice like a sun [Bbm] bath
Remember turning quarters in Zips and it made my J's mad
Them niggas love me to death so I made them play dead
Little brick, can't say I ain't give them all I had
Bet it wasn't enough, [F] activate, you can't lock in with us
Little trucks, [Bbm] I don't love you, chin it up
We try and hit on some, when they [F] slid on us
End up wrecking, curl ass and stuff
It ain't safe to ride down [Bbm] popular blood, not even on the bus
Niggas got [F] a better chance at playing the lottery than playing with us
Making stuff I call this bluff, set [F] the bait, kill the wolf
Your opinion don't mean nothing, you ain't never [Bbm] seen with us
Last time you put in work, nigga, I [F] was a youngin'
Five, seven punks, you a sucker, [Bbm] easy as butter
Need to knock the meat out of something and make it puss up
You ain't killed nothing in this calendar, shut the fuck up
You ain't worth a hundred or better than [C] shut the fuck up
In another nigga hood, icy, I ain't got nothing to
Don't [Bbm] add too much water, then stir it and it's gon' rump up
Act like I ain't put in that work when you see me come up
Like I ain't supposed to be here and I just got lucky
[F] It's funny saying niggas that hate me the ones out frontin'
[Bbm] Knowing you afraid cause you post me and made it public
Knowing if I tell them to go for it, ain't no point
Fuckin' nigga, sum it up
[F] _ _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[Db] Niggas, niggas can't even try [F] hitting that cop
I'm bout to [Bbm] let him down
Riding in something they call Six Figures to get the pay tag
[Fm] With a bitch that say she the realest but she got fake [Bbm] ass
Off of all these percs when I don't let her make my day bad
Yellow V's, 230 IPs, [Bbm] mix with hot coke grass
Simple bars, cool enough flow, give me like 10 [C] grand
That's a brick, where's my wrist?
Ice like a sun [Bbm] bath
Remember turning quarters in Zips and it made my J's mad
Them niggas love me to death so I made them play dead
Little brick, can't say I ain't give them all I had
Bet it wasn't enough, [F] activate, you can't lock in with us
Little trucks, [Bbm] I don't love you, chin it up
We try and hit on some, when they [F] slid on us
End up wrecking, curl ass and stuff
It ain't safe to ride down [Bbm] popular blood, not even on the bus
Niggas got [F] a better chance at playing the lottery than playing with us
Making stuff I call this bluff, set [F] the bait, kill the wolf
Your opinion don't mean nothing, you ain't never [Bbm] seen with us
Last time you put in work, nigga, I [F] was a youngin'
Five, seven punks, you a sucker, [Bbm] easy as butter
Need to knock the meat out of something and make it puss up
You ain't killed nothing in this calendar, shut the fuck up
You ain't worth a hundred or better than [C] shut the fuck up
In another nigga hood, icy, I ain't got nothing to
Don't [Bbm] add too much water, then stir it and it's gon' rump up
Act like I ain't put in that work when you see me come up
Like I ain't supposed to be here and I just got lucky
[F] It's funny saying niggas that hate me the ones out frontin'
[Bbm] Knowing you afraid cause you post me and made it public
Knowing if I tell them to go for it, ain't no point
Fuckin' nigga, sum it up
[F] _ _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _