Chords for My Sub

My sub, my sub, my sub, I put that on my sub _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ Yeah, let [E] my trunk knock, til the tape pop, my rims chop chop, [Abm] while the bass drop
I let my trunk knock, [Ebm] til the tape pop, my rims chop chop, while the [Db] bass drop
Okay, [Abm] I pull up and my partners ask me, Chris, where your sub at?
Ay, fuck them tweeters, they ain't beatin', get your sub back
So I push my pedal to the metal, til my cud's hot
He owe me money, fuck that bread, just set your sub up
I fly like Jets, that candy wet, I'm feelin' the fuck with hoes
EQ these settings in my Chevy, til my trunk explode
Maybe I'm bumpin', [Db] maybe I'm trippin', maybe I'm feelin' [Ab] good
Either way, I'm quakin', shakin', wakin' up the folk in my neighborhood
[Abm] Still hit the scene and whip, pour it up in my coffin sill
Never be where them [Eb] white folk at, cause them laws over there, they [Ab] violent drill
Lifted up in my drunken bum, saw a lame and I hit the trunk
Pop that shit like Tyson will, things don't feel my will succeed
[Dbm] Top in E-Bowl 2, couldn't grab when I roll through
Back to the backwoods [Ab] where I ride clean like I'm some cold tooth
Forever whippin' on, [Db] left the gut for plenty chrome
I can poop the grind til I get home, I put that [Eb] on my sub
My sub, my sub, _ I put that on my sub
My sub, my sub, I put that [Db] on my sub
My sub, my sub, I put that on my sub
My [Abm] sub, my sub, yeah
I let [Eb] my trunk knock, til the tape pop
My rims chop chop, while the bass drop
I let my trunk knock, til the tape pop
My rims chop chop, while the bass [Dbm] drop
Yo, [Db] now usually, I don't disturb the [Abm] peace
But I'ma wake you if you sleep, with that quake, that bass, that beat
Two miles per hour on creep, smoke [Eb] make it hard to sleep
When I'm [Abm] swingin' down, I mean bangin' down, I don't be playin' around with these freaks
I got a shake junk in my trunk, and my DJ bring it back
Turn it up all the way to the max, til that old school Chevy frame crack
My partner hit me up like he need a ride, but [Db] I can't hear him either
Say he got some bags [Ab] and that's kinda sad, cause I'm the roomie here for my [C] spit
Yeah, my [Db] people, but I'm ridin' out, and [Ab] I don't know what he talkin' bout
Besides, he always hatin', when I'm facin', tellin' me to turn the dime
[Abm] Outta line, and that's not a vine, bother me when I'm ridin' rhymes
I'm tellin', I just wanna hit a load, chill, I just wanna shake the grind
Play it down in the parking lot, burn it up outside the club
I see a girl start to really dig in me, little shake, but she little sore
I said, should I get a wit and that beat, [Db] the bitch, and I can dig it though
She vibrate, gyrate, I [Ab] swear that's the reason I did it for
When I can put that [Bbm] on my sub, my sub, my sub
I put that [Ebm] on my sub, my sub, my sub
I [C] put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
I put that [F] on my sub, my sub, my sub
Yeah, [Bbm] let my trunk knock, till the tape pop
My [Ebm] rims chop chop, while the bass drop
I [C] let my trunk knock, till the tape pop
My [F] rims chop chop, while the bass drop
[G] Put that