Chords for Meg Thee Stallion- Babyface Ray x Icewear Vezzo x GT x Veeze

_ _ [D] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [D] _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Ebm] _ _ I'ma be fresh as hell if the feds [Eb] watchin' We be in them streets [Ebm] like a geek, we want
every problem I just spilled some lean on my sneaks, now
they red bottoms [Eb] I ain't fuckin' niggas hoes, I get the head
out em' _ Yeah, I ain't no G, I ain't no Crip, I ain't
no blunt I'm fuckin' with em', [Ebm] sellin' drugs though
_ Yeah, I'm from the east, I'm [Eb] a 60, be a Zack But on the west, they show me love though
[D] Gang, we gon' shoot somethin' [Eb] Four hundred thousand oranges, get my hoop
on Open up that drink, he let it loose, [Eb] son
Ayy, those guys dwella like the couton I keep sellin' niggas cut and they keep comin'
back The type of nigga if he up, I probably run
his truck Rose Pezzy and his Cuban, that's a hundred
racks I got bad habits with this ratchet, [Ebm] I always
double back _ Bitch, I'm already [Eb] rich
He ain't comin' [Ebm] 41, he got a petty wrist I gotta step on it again, that's how they
fed it here [Eb] I just went to Gary, spent two hundred, bitch,
[Ebm] I'm heavy with it Get a bag and bust it down, it's tryna feed
the streets Nigga, I was ballin' back [Ebm] when we was GMB
Ayy, Crip so big, this bitch a B [Eb]&B Rose Jop Master 42, bitch, like I'm CMT
Ayy, fucked up, burn it till they shut [B] the doors on it
Copped [Eb] a plane, got it spray, RIP my nigga Soda
Cop a bag from LA, change [Ebm] the area code on it
Glock's stuffed with a .50,
I'm like, show me my opponent
New Prezzy, post some drain, just so I can spill it on him
[Eb] Broke out Audemars plain, but he spent the [Ebm] Benz on it
He in the M club, we some beers, you a cub You [Eb] can throw me in the jungle, I come out
and meet the
Blow money, find a town, [Ebm] then we sit and down [Eb] I had my fin go up top for a quarter ounce
This the third time [D] they spent the round, pack it up and [Eb] bonk
Out the way, 180 days, you gon' make it out
I can spend 5,000 [B] till the goons gon' solve my problems
[Eb] You was just gettin' the lowers, pump your brakes, nigga, pay some homies
We got whatever you coppin', brown squares, but it ain't popular
Don't look for the shit I'm rockin', it's hard to find shit [Ebm] like Ben Lion
Look at my bag, all 50s, 20s, it look like Cosmo Warner
[Eb] When I mix the food, nigga, [Ebm] you can't watch me, this ain't Benny Hommie
If I find out nigga hatin' on gang, fuck his baby mama
I [Eb] told that nigga I'm talkin' [Ebm] paper, he tried to change the topic
She said while I'm wearin' a bag, the dog shit can't even fit in my pocket
If [Eb] rap don't work, I'm beatin' the [Ebm] feds, eatin' steak and lox
I can take the girl, make her swell, like I switched her diet
[Eb] Look at my cup, it's a [Ebm] bit too thick, look like Megan Thee Stallion _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [D] _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _