Chords for Lil Baby - Heyy (Official Video)

[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ My favorite bitch just cut me off and she won't even let me know [C#] the reason
[Bm] She probably wanna holla, messy, hangin' ass, [D] friends bein' evil
[G]
Ain't stressin' bout a chill comin' around when she wanna eat it up
Shawshrobes, ass broke, grindin' and I'm [D] a real crazy
[Bm]
60 hoes in New York havin' dinner, so take a sinner, kill me soon as they get it
We're made by C-Town and Spelman, make sure [D] everybody stay [G] comfortable
You gotta really pay attention, I'm not [Bm] mommin'
She tryna have a good time, she wanna come with us
You know we can't be fucked when they don't wanna fuck
These some bitches times I sleep, I'm not fallin'
Robert's baby blew the inside too, I'm feelin' like a kid again
They thought I got lucky last time, fuck it, I'm back on that shit [G] again
Her last bag was a crocodile, Kelly got attracted to match her skin
I just gave bro a hundred pounds of rounds, told [Bm] him, tell the city he's in
Majority of the time I hide bodies, nigga, I ain't with all that lockin' and shit
Money over everything, try to stop it, you get popped right then and [G] there
Make you dreadful the way you ass and cool [Em] up on me, bust your whims and wares
[G] Youngins out here wildin' with no guidance, all they care about is [Em] who they kill
[Bm] I was tryna keep that shit in order, it got harder cause I'm never there
It's a better life out here, I promise, bro, and [D] I'ma keep it in the [G] air
I know how it feel to spend an opp, but it feel way better to [C] count a [G] million
I come from the bottom of the bottom, I shine right up [D] through the fuckin' [G] ceiling
[Bm] _ _ Everybody lit, can't quit, I fire out
_ So when they pop, bro, pull that [A] style
[G] _
_ _ This her first time comin' to my house _
_ Better go hard, girl, this your child _
[Bm] _ _ Everybody lit, can't quit, I fire out
So when they pop, bro, pull that [D] style
[G] _
_ _ This her first time comin' to my house _
_ Better go hard, girl, this your child
[Bm] Stay down, hustle hard until you come up
Take somethin' on me when you need it, you won't make it far from being greedy
My grandma taught me how to be a [G] leader
If we fly commercial, we got greed
They just know that we important people
They see how we come and think we ghetto
And tell they children, [Bm] tell them I'm their hero
Fly to Tennessee, I look familiar
Crack a smile, tell her it's a small world
Oh, that's your bitch?
That's my hoe too
We gon' share [Em] her, ha ha, our girl
[G] Real street music, I rent that feel
If you can hit that, then she ain't my girl
Get your lip back, come step in my world
Two bitches [Em] on the same [B] itinerary
Same flight, [Bm] same hotel, they don't even know each other yet
One of them don't say nothin'
Other askin', do we go together yet?
[G] Young Thug nigga ain't no holdin' back
This a bribe, bro, not a regular wagon
I don't kiss a tip, I ain't in the net
I don't think I met a [D] nigga colder yet [G] like
[Bm] _ _ Everybody lit, can't split, I file _
_ Swag this pop, bro, pull that file
[G] _
_ This my first time comin' to my house _
_ Better go hard, girl, this your trials _
[Bm] _ _ Everybody lit, can't split, I file _
_ Swag this pop, bro, pull that file
[G] _
_ This my first time comin' to my house _
_ Better go hard, girl, this [Bm] your trials _
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