Chords for Lil Durk - Should've Ducked feat. Pooh Shiesty (Official Audio)
Tempo:
72.2 bpm
Chords used:
Em
C
B
E
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
DJ, they tell me I can't be around [C] no gang members, y'all got me fucked up, nigga.
[B] I go where with [Em] my killers, man.
[C] Oh, [B] man!
Oh, shit.
Yeah.
[E] Let's get it.
Throw that mask on, when you jump out first, you [C] better blast.
Yeah.
We don't like slow shit on hits, them switches, [Em] pfft, fast.
Gang.
Ain't gonna lie to city, high with strikers, they don't last.
Turn up.
When you [Em] pop in with your killers, you better check your gas. Gang, what?
We don't party on other blocks, they fuck with other opps.
Let's get it.
They come around like you gang, they got your brother shot.
You say his name inside a song, they got your [C] brother hot.
Let's get it.
Then leave him [Em] hanging without a lawyer, that shit dumb as fuck.
You come outside with out your gun, lil' boy, you dumb as fuck.
Ain't no quick run to the store, they pop out, fire you up.
I told my P.O. through the gate that I get hashed up.
She asked me how high do I get, I told her hashed up.
My brother told me get some proffy, I kept [Am] getting glocky.
I told him I [C#] only drink wacky, he said I'm getting cocky.
Let's get it.
All them bitches wanna fuck me, I don't [E] give them money.
One bitch thought I told her, yeah, I said you better block me.
He survived one to the head, but it fucked [C] up his body.
You think he [F#] off of 8 or red the way that nigga nodded?
He don't even know about drugs, he say lean [C] Oxycontin.
You tryna [B] judge him off his looks, that lil' boy Ashley Robin.
Man, he talking about gang gang.
[C] He don't give back for that one shit, man.
His gang ain't on the shit.
[Em] Fuck them posted up outside, Draco's hanging and shit.
[C] Before he died a death, a [B] goofy, now he's famous and shit.
[Em] I'm gang, Draco got my name on dreaded, check the records bitch.
If Bush drop this song about me, he get found without his dick.
Sent off a band by my lil' cousin, they fake and they'll call it quits.
They make me mad enough, I spent through there myself, say the wrong shit.
My shit sit when I get low, but I prefer walk over trips.
Spent late in the year in the door, I went fully on all the sticks.
I missed a slammer, now I caught his back door, I locked on the lift.
I missed a lean, no hell of a dent, no my criminal book, hell of a dent.
[E] I'm God, you niggas goose ain't got no gun, you in the way, your [Am] ass a diamond.
I'm on my six, my clarity's well now, I couldn't wait to get some money.
My lil' nigga, a four-souls, he caught two drifts, don't lock a joint.
They [Em] thought I was just rapping, lay that murder, God, and that shit ain't funny.
You lay that murder, God, and I ain't die, come through, and that shit ain't funny.
I'm locked in with hundreds from the God, got killers around the country.
I might don't even slam a mouth, just be yourself, stay 300.
Get Monday, Monday through Saturday, pray to Trey Day every Sunday.
My clique tied up in the field, won't ever hear me [Am] go out running.
Post [Em] double-pig like I'm in LA, but the whole time I'm the governor.
Trying to keep her in, bout that shit, you dig, go get active [Am] again.
Either get eight on my side, hun, [Em] fuck the drops and go and spend.
Three ain't know he [E] skunking, shit, get one more kick, I'm [Am] still the winner.
Be with us, won't [B] never land, til y'all get hit up with [E] them pens.
Come around unless you get a body, chop a [Am] F and end.
He caught one of them [B] goosies drunk, he died before he [E] dropped a hand.
Got about 10 whips in my garage and still don't know what to [Am] get in.
They [Em] call the embers out, they catching out the windows before I spin.
[E] Brrr, and out the window before [C] I spin.
Brrr, [F#] brrr, brrr.
[Em] [C] [B] [N]
[B] I go where with [Em] my killers, man.
[C] Oh, [B] man!
Oh, shit.
Yeah.
[E] Let's get it.
Throw that mask on, when you jump out first, you [C] better blast.
Yeah.
We don't like slow shit on hits, them switches, [Em] pfft, fast.
Gang.
Ain't gonna lie to city, high with strikers, they don't last.
Turn up.
When you [Em] pop in with your killers, you better check your gas. Gang, what?
We don't party on other blocks, they fuck with other opps.
Let's get it.
They come around like you gang, they got your brother shot.
You say his name inside a song, they got your [C] brother hot.
Let's get it.
Then leave him [Em] hanging without a lawyer, that shit dumb as fuck.
You come outside with out your gun, lil' boy, you dumb as fuck.
Ain't no quick run to the store, they pop out, fire you up.
I told my P.O. through the gate that I get hashed up.
She asked me how high do I get, I told her hashed up.
My brother told me get some proffy, I kept [Am] getting glocky.
I told him I [C#] only drink wacky, he said I'm getting cocky.
Let's get it.
All them bitches wanna fuck me, I don't [E] give them money.
One bitch thought I told her, yeah, I said you better block me.
He survived one to the head, but it fucked [C] up his body.
You think he [F#] off of 8 or red the way that nigga nodded?
He don't even know about drugs, he say lean [C] Oxycontin.
You tryna [B] judge him off his looks, that lil' boy Ashley Robin.
Man, he talking about gang gang.
[C] He don't give back for that one shit, man.
His gang ain't on the shit.
[Em] Fuck them posted up outside, Draco's hanging and shit.
[C] Before he died a death, a [B] goofy, now he's famous and shit.
[Em] I'm gang, Draco got my name on dreaded, check the records bitch.
If Bush drop this song about me, he get found without his dick.
Sent off a band by my lil' cousin, they fake and they'll call it quits.
They make me mad enough, I spent through there myself, say the wrong shit.
My shit sit when I get low, but I prefer walk over trips.
Spent late in the year in the door, I went fully on all the sticks.
I missed a slammer, now I caught his back door, I locked on the lift.
I missed a lean, no hell of a dent, no my criminal book, hell of a dent.
[E] I'm God, you niggas goose ain't got no gun, you in the way, your [Am] ass a diamond.
I'm on my six, my clarity's well now, I couldn't wait to get some money.
My lil' nigga, a four-souls, he caught two drifts, don't lock a joint.
They [Em] thought I was just rapping, lay that murder, God, and that shit ain't funny.
You lay that murder, God, and I ain't die, come through, and that shit ain't funny.
I'm locked in with hundreds from the God, got killers around the country.
I might don't even slam a mouth, just be yourself, stay 300.
Get Monday, Monday through Saturday, pray to Trey Day every Sunday.
My clique tied up in the field, won't ever hear me [Am] go out running.
Post [Em] double-pig like I'm in LA, but the whole time I'm the governor.
Trying to keep her in, bout that shit, you dig, go get active [Am] again.
Either get eight on my side, hun, [Em] fuck the drops and go and spend.
Three ain't know he [E] skunking, shit, get one more kick, I'm [Am] still the winner.
Be with us, won't [B] never land, til y'all get hit up with [E] them pens.
Come around unless you get a body, chop a [Am] F and end.
He caught one of them [B] goosies drunk, he died before he [E] dropped a hand.
Got about 10 whips in my garage and still don't know what to [Am] get in.
They [Em] call the embers out, they catching out the windows before I spin.
[E] Brrr, and out the window before [C] I spin.
Brrr, [F#] brrr, brrr.
[Em] [C] [B] [N]
Key:
Em
C
B
E
Am
Em
C
B
DJ, they tell me I can't be around [C] no gang members, y'all got me fucked up, nigga.
_ [B] I go where with [Em] my killers, man.
_ _ [C] Oh, [B] man!
Oh, shit.
Yeah.
[E] Let's get it.
Throw that mask on, when you jump out first, you [C] better blast.
Yeah.
We don't like slow shit on hits, them switches, [Em] pfft, fast.
Gang.
Ain't gonna lie to city, high with strikers, they don't last.
Turn up.
When you [Em] pop in with your killers, you better check your gas. Gang, what?
We don't party on other blocks, they fuck with other opps.
Let's get it.
They come around like you gang, they got your brother shot.
You say his name inside a song, they got your [C] brother hot.
Let's get it.
Then leave him [Em] hanging without a lawyer, that shit dumb as fuck.
You come outside with out your gun, lil' boy, you dumb as fuck.
Ain't no quick run to the store, they pop out, fire you up.
I told my P.O. through the gate that I get hashed up.
She asked me how high do I get, I told her hashed up.
My brother told me get some proffy, I kept [Am] getting glocky.
I told him I [C#] only drink wacky, he said I'm getting cocky.
Let's get it.
All them bitches wanna fuck me, I don't [E] give them money.
One bitch thought I told her, yeah, I said you better block me.
He survived one to the head, but it fucked [C] up his body.
You think he [F#] off of 8 or red the way that nigga nodded?
He don't even know about drugs, he say lean [C] Oxycontin.
You tryna [B] judge him off his looks, that lil' boy Ashley Robin.
Man, he talking about gang gang.
[C] He don't give back for that one shit, man.
His gang ain't on the shit.
[Em] Fuck them posted up outside, Draco's hanging and shit.
[C] Before he died a death, a [B] goofy, now he's famous and shit.
[Em] I'm gang, Draco got my name on dreaded, check the records bitch.
If Bush drop this song about me, he get found without his dick.
Sent off a band by my lil' cousin, they fake and they'll call it quits.
They make me mad enough, I spent through there myself, say the wrong shit.
My shit sit when I get low, but I prefer walk over trips.
Spent late in the year in the door, I went fully on all the sticks.
I missed a slammer, now I caught his back door, I locked on the lift.
I missed a lean, no hell of a dent, no my criminal book, hell of a dent.
[E] I'm God, you niggas goose ain't got no gun, you in the way, your [Am] ass a diamond.
I'm on my six, my clarity's well now, I couldn't wait to get some money.
My lil' nigga, a four-souls, he caught two drifts, don't lock a joint.
They [Em] thought I was just rapping, lay that murder, God, and that shit ain't funny.
You lay that murder, God, and I ain't die, come through, and that shit ain't funny.
I'm locked in with hundreds from the God, got killers around the country.
I might don't even slam a mouth, just be yourself, stay 300.
Get Monday, Monday through Saturday, pray to Trey Day every Sunday.
My clique tied up in the field, won't ever hear me [Am] go out running.
Post [Em] double-pig like I'm in LA, but the whole time I'm the governor.
Trying to keep her in, bout that shit, you dig, go get active [Am] again.
Either get eight on my side, hun, [Em] fuck the drops and go and spend.
Three ain't know he [E] skunking, shit, get one more kick, I'm [Am] still the winner.
Be with us, won't [B] never land, til y'all get hit up with [E] them pens.
Come around unless you get a body, chop a [Am] F and end.
He caught one of them [B] goosies drunk, he died before he [E] dropped a hand.
Got about 10 whips in my garage and still don't know what to [Am] get in.
They [Em] call the embers out, they catching out the windows before I spin.
[E] Brrr, and out the window before [C] I spin.
Brrr, [F#] brrr, brrr.
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [B] _ _ [N] _
_ [B] I go where with [Em] my killers, man.
_ _ [C] Oh, [B] man!
Oh, shit.
Yeah.
[E] Let's get it.
Throw that mask on, when you jump out first, you [C] better blast.
Yeah.
We don't like slow shit on hits, them switches, [Em] pfft, fast.
Gang.
Ain't gonna lie to city, high with strikers, they don't last.
Turn up.
When you [Em] pop in with your killers, you better check your gas. Gang, what?
We don't party on other blocks, they fuck with other opps.
Let's get it.
They come around like you gang, they got your brother shot.
You say his name inside a song, they got your [C] brother hot.
Let's get it.
Then leave him [Em] hanging without a lawyer, that shit dumb as fuck.
You come outside with out your gun, lil' boy, you dumb as fuck.
Ain't no quick run to the store, they pop out, fire you up.
I told my P.O. through the gate that I get hashed up.
She asked me how high do I get, I told her hashed up.
My brother told me get some proffy, I kept [Am] getting glocky.
I told him I [C#] only drink wacky, he said I'm getting cocky.
Let's get it.
All them bitches wanna fuck me, I don't [E] give them money.
One bitch thought I told her, yeah, I said you better block me.
He survived one to the head, but it fucked [C] up his body.
You think he [F#] off of 8 or red the way that nigga nodded?
He don't even know about drugs, he say lean [C] Oxycontin.
You tryna [B] judge him off his looks, that lil' boy Ashley Robin.
Man, he talking about gang gang.
[C] He don't give back for that one shit, man.
His gang ain't on the shit.
[Em] Fuck them posted up outside, Draco's hanging and shit.
[C] Before he died a death, a [B] goofy, now he's famous and shit.
[Em] I'm gang, Draco got my name on dreaded, check the records bitch.
If Bush drop this song about me, he get found without his dick.
Sent off a band by my lil' cousin, they fake and they'll call it quits.
They make me mad enough, I spent through there myself, say the wrong shit.
My shit sit when I get low, but I prefer walk over trips.
Spent late in the year in the door, I went fully on all the sticks.
I missed a slammer, now I caught his back door, I locked on the lift.
I missed a lean, no hell of a dent, no my criminal book, hell of a dent.
[E] I'm God, you niggas goose ain't got no gun, you in the way, your [Am] ass a diamond.
I'm on my six, my clarity's well now, I couldn't wait to get some money.
My lil' nigga, a four-souls, he caught two drifts, don't lock a joint.
They [Em] thought I was just rapping, lay that murder, God, and that shit ain't funny.
You lay that murder, God, and I ain't die, come through, and that shit ain't funny.
I'm locked in with hundreds from the God, got killers around the country.
I might don't even slam a mouth, just be yourself, stay 300.
Get Monday, Monday through Saturday, pray to Trey Day every Sunday.
My clique tied up in the field, won't ever hear me [Am] go out running.
Post [Em] double-pig like I'm in LA, but the whole time I'm the governor.
Trying to keep her in, bout that shit, you dig, go get active [Am] again.
Either get eight on my side, hun, [Em] fuck the drops and go and spend.
Three ain't know he [E] skunking, shit, get one more kick, I'm [Am] still the winner.
Be with us, won't [B] never land, til y'all get hit up with [E] them pens.
Come around unless you get a body, chop a [Am] F and end.
He caught one of them [B] goosies drunk, he died before he [E] dropped a hand.
Got about 10 whips in my garage and still don't know what to [Am] get in.
They [Em] call the embers out, they catching out the windows before I spin.
[E] Brrr, and out the window before [C] I spin.
Brrr, [F#] brrr, brrr.
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [B] _ _ [N] _