Chords for Lil Yachty - Split/Whole Time

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Am

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Lil Yachty - Split/Whole Time chords
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[F] [B]
[Em]
[F] I'ma [Em] ride till the beat is [F] over Pushin' up bags, same price as my [Em] minks, sofa
And I'm more like the king [F] cobra Climbin' in my dock, I didn't have to [Em] think
at all This lil bitch, I'ma bend her over
[E] I'ma [Em] send her over I'm in tune with the [F] UPS
Weighin' on packages, K-Prink on do the rest Got some bitches in [F] Budapest
In case they walk wrong, wearin' [Em] bullet vests
[F] I need you to do [Em] more but speak less
Yeah, it's gon' [F] open Yeah, it's gon' open the mall like some [Em] Usain
Nugget Give me top, baby, key to save
I can get bigger when I see a money check Used to dare have a hundred bands
Now I'm outside with [E] a gang, doin' the money [Em] I'm a rough shot [F] roadrunner
I'm a rough shot roadrunner [Em] like Jackie Chan My big brother was beatin' pan
Lil brother psyched out, he might [Em] just shoot you in the face
Sunday through [F] Sunday I got them bitches comin' on [Em] the runway
I'ma run the runway, fight with the [F] fool's wife Breakin' his back like the wood with the C-sect
Fucked it up, now he sad, he wasn't around at the gym back [Em] at Leland
[F] Suck
[D]
[Em] [Gm] [F]
Yeah, uh [Em]-huh, yeah [F]
Uh [G]-huh, [F]
[Em] uh [C]-huh, uh [G]-huh
[F] Look, I'ma hate it that much, [G] I don't give a damn I [F] used to swipe finesse through the sky
Through the night, [Am] I would eat on the grass, [Em] man Don't be [F] like me, I'm a millionaire
They run dirty around town [G] like a millionaire These [F] niggas softer than bearded bear
Penthouse, they make it even though civil
[E] [Am] Ay, I'm crackin' this bitch like some [Em] software I got [F] a boyfriend on my car [Dm] seat
He [Am] took her down, [G] what a sound I'm [F] in New York, need a loft [C] here
Bitch, I'm a [G] motherfuckin' boss here No, [F] ain't no niggas soft here
My niggas down, they came [G] from the town [F] They let it off here
[G] Audemar, bitch, that ice me Why I be sleepin' in this place at night?
She [G] wanna be the boss I [F] like them bigots
I [C] let them air move Them niggas look [G] like a icy
[Am] Niggas in this hood, check out the IQ I make more guap than the IT
Yeah, nah, whole time, [Em] niggas hold shit down [Am] Yeah, whole time, niggas never lie
Niggas keep behind and [G] around [Am] Yeah, home alone, [E] nigga
Run up on [Em] me, don't lie, I'ma call the cops [F] 250 [E] footer Bentley coupe, man, drive it, nigga
A lot of my choice, [Dm] dumb shit Didn't pull up on the block and they [G] dumb shit
My niggas got red on the [F] heat I red on the head, I'm some [E] chump shit
I swervin' the bourbon down [F] highline Swervin' the whip up some [G] joint shit
I'm not a fighter at [D] all But I stomp his head, [E] what he done did
He [F] won't get a foot in my conscience These bitches hang around for the [G] content
[F] It's a new way out of context Young and gon' blow like a [G] sun text
[F] They live real well like some germans [A] Just tell my niggas
[F] Writein' that shit down, I'm [G] playin' with me, bitch, I'ma [F] burn it
Yeah, I'ma earn it I [Em] speak on that shit, you don't [F] know
Before you speak on it, go [Am] learn it [G] [F] For real, keepin' that [N] shit for real
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Em
121
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Am
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134211111
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_ _ [F] _ _ I'ma [Em] ride till the beat is _ _ [F] over Pushin' up bags, same price as my [Em] minks, sofa
And I'm more like the king [F] cobra Climbin' in my dock, I didn't have to [Em] think
at all This lil bitch, I'ma bend her over _ _
[E] I'ma [Em] send her over I'm in tune with the [F] UPS
Weighin' on packages, K-Prink on do the rest Got some bitches in [F] Budapest
In case they walk wrong, wearin' [Em] bullet vests _ _
_ [F] I need you to do [Em] more but speak less
Yeah, it's gon' [F] open Yeah, it's gon' open the mall like some [Em] Usain
Nugget Give me top, baby, key to save
I can get bigger when I see a money check Used to dare have a hundred bands
Now I'm outside with [E] a gang, doin' the money [Em] I'm a rough shot [F] roadrunner
I'm a rough shot roadrunner [Em] like Jackie Chan My big brother was beatin' pan
Lil brother psyched out, he might [Em] just shoot you in the face
Sunday through [F] Sunday I got them bitches comin' on [Em] the runway
I'ma run the runway, fight with the [F] fool's wife Breakin' his back like the wood with the C-sect
Fucked it up, now he sad, he wasn't around at the gym back [Em] at Leland _
[F] _ _ _ _ Suck
[D] _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [F] _ _
Yeah, uh [Em]-huh, _ yeah [F] _ _
Uh [G]-huh, _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ [Em] uh _ [C]-huh, _ uh [G]-huh
_ [F] Look, I'ma hate it that much, [G] I don't give a damn I [F] used to swipe finesse through the sky
Through the night, [Am] I would eat on the grass, [Em] man Don't be [F] like me, I'm a millionaire
They run dirty around town [G] like a millionaire These [F] niggas softer than bearded bear
Penthouse, they make it even though civil
[E] _ _ _ [Am] Ay, I'm crackin' this bitch like some [Em] software I got [F] a boyfriend on my car [Dm] seat
He [Am] took her down, [G] what a sound I'm [F] in New York, need a loft [C] here
Bitch, I'm a [G] motherfuckin' boss here No, [F] ain't no niggas soft here
My niggas down, they came [G] from the town [F] They let it off here
[G] Audemar, bitch, that ice me Why I be sleepin' in this place at night?
She [G] wanna be the boss I [F] like them bigots
I [C] let them air move Them niggas look [G] like a icy
[Am] Niggas in this hood, check out the IQ I make more guap than the IT
Yeah, nah, whole time, [Em] niggas hold shit down [Am] Yeah, whole time, niggas never lie
Niggas keep behind and [G] around [Am] Yeah, home alone, [E] nigga
Run up on [Em] me, don't lie, I'ma call the cops _ [F] 250 [E] footer Bentley coupe, man, drive it, nigga
A lot of my choice, [Dm] dumb shit Didn't pull up on the block and they [G] dumb shit
My niggas got red on the [F] heat I red on the head, I'm some [E] chump shit
I swervin' the bourbon down [F] highline Swervin' the whip up some [G] joint shit
I'm not a fighter at [D] all But I stomp his head, [E] what he done did
He [F] won't get a foot in my conscience These bitches hang around for the [G] content
[F] It's a new way out of context Young and gon' blow like a [G] sun text
_ [F] _ They live real well like some germans [A] Just tell my niggas
[F] _ _ Writein' that shit down, I'm [G] playin' with me, bitch, I'ma [F] burn it
Yeah, I'ma earn it I [Em] speak on that shit, you don't [F] know
Before you speak on it, go [Am] learn it _ [G] _ _ [F] For real, keepin' that [N] shit for real _ _ _ _ _
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