Chords for NBA Youngboy - I Don't Talk

[Gbm] _ I got my stick in the car, [Bm] skelling man down on the murder [Gbm] shit
Until the bitch went warm, [Bm] riding four-wheel drive, [Gbm] trying to hurt the bitch
I got my stick in the car, [Bm] I got my stick in the car
[Gbm] _ [Em]
Digital skell with a digital power
My old he, he like to play days of ours
He ain't gotta worry about what I do, cause I'm gon' give him some dollars
He take my money up and then I buy a old school on 25
I'm a motherfucking gangster mama, thank you [F] [Gm] Yeah, [Dm] yeah
[Eb] You know how I love you, that's the last thing that you said, baby
[Bb] I fake a smile but deep inside I'm feeling dead, baby
[Eb] I reconcile with all my feelings, I don't want them in my [Bb] penance
But it's racist to be with children when I'm mad, [Eb] ah
_ _ [Ebm] Feel it on the keys, feel it on the keys, feel it on the keys, feel it on the keys
_ _ [Abm] I _ _ [Bb] _
_ [Ebm] _ don't talk to my girlfriends, my girlfriends don't talk to me
Rap game with a bad name, a platinum album and a 9th [Abm] degree
Fuck what happened, you a woman, you don't speak
The [Bb] manhood, I think they wanna hear from me
[Ebm] You too close, get smoked like purple, bitch
Ditch that murder shit, young boy pull up, that's a murder hit
Know they heard of [Abm] this, killing and breaking bad
Even though the bitch still do me [Bb] bad
Slip it, pop a heart, beg [Ebm] my baby mama I was on my end
They told I don't know my name, on my face they post shame
Blackball me from up out the game, bitch, strip me out the [Abm] fame
I ain't get a thing but a laugh when I told my pain
Oh, that's hilarious, [Bb] thug
You better work with illegal guns, that's what I [Ebm] was in the parish for
Make sure that my chain's forever, I ain't happy how they perished us
Crime inside the same [Ab] hood with no options but they care [Abm] just
Can be out shit, flipping panties, what make you think the mo's gon' fuck [Bb] with us?
What the fuck you think, so lavish, threw my whole career, but don't [Ebm] touch
Man, limbo with that gang fire, mama said I was her worst child
Daddy lost his soul inside a trot, it's a 55, one long [Abm] rack
Tell my kid, thank him for that phone call, I'm on [Bb] up
If that's my girl, I ain't fucking on no friend [Ebm] inside my home
I don't talk to my girlfriends, my girlfriends don't talk to me
Rap game with a bad [Abm] name, a platinum album and a 9th degree
Fuck what happened, you a woman, you don't speak
[Bb] The manhood, I think they wanna hear from me
[Ebm] Too close, get smoked like purple, bitch, this that murder shit
Young boy pull up, that's [Ab] when murder hit, know they heard [Abm] of this
Killin' and breakin' bad, even though the bitch still do [Bb] me bad
Slippin', pop a house, [Ebm] beg my baby mama, I was on my ass
How you confuse, you need to take some time off of the [Abm] seat
Who really love you, my friend?
Got your businesses, [Bb] got your bank
And with your [Ebm] thugs to the end, don't give no fuck if you can't
I leave my phone call, go to the tripler, tryna slam me down
I'm with Kaylee and with her inside the car, and it was [Abm] Ramy Don
Song ring, it's Kay, pick up my phone, KD just [Bb] got gunned down
Boy about my little [Ebm] brother, but tell him something's wrong
Show him love a nigga, she a snake, huh?
Her mama told her that
You free to fuck around if I don't know about it, who the [Abm] fuck done told her that
I'm a gangsta, hang up on your mammy, bitch, no, I ain't callin' [Bb] back
I'ma raise her in that North, it's danger, my family stoppin' [Ebm] it
Talk to my brother badly, but her aint got him, clap my copy
[Abm] Ain't takin' care about it, she skinny as the fuck her parents fixed
She stressin' wildin' up all the old man heat and took her income [Bb] tax
Know how she feel, I threw her somethin', I watch niggas [Ebm] do my mama
He choked her, slam her, kicked on her, spit on her, then he made her spine a crack
He caught her talkin' to her, [Abm] and she tried to lie, he knew his cap
But shawty was lovin' broad-ass, and everybody know that that's [Bb] a fact
Laid O.D. for my vidoes, it was his [Ebm] stroke, his Nike
_ _ Baby, baby, [Abm] baby
What?
Run that shit
[Bb] Run that shit?
Run that shit
Let me see, let me see, let me see
Do all, just go
I told Tim I ain't fuck them niggas
I want them all, been bringin' pressure all my life
And ain't no sense of comin' down
If top ain't feelin' your demeanor, bet I make you [Db] move around
Big ass gat under my arm, bitch, I'll make your mama fall
I'm on that bottom, and I'm out that water, big Zek
Behind that Phoenix store, where they smoke mojo, and they slayin' pigs
Last level always told me I'm a key if you ever wreck
They block the entrance out, so I say fuck it, fall in through the back
4K trade, nobody safe, I got a daddy's way
When we in the city, all them niggas do is hibernate
Talk to my niggas, she told me, fat black, hit your knees and pray
The lawyers say they want the