Chords for Only The Family & Lil Durk - Hellcats & Trackhawks (Audio)
Tempo:
78.2 bpm
Chords used:
Em
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Em] I remember claiming dip sacks I had some bitches on my line I told them bitches get they lips wet
Lock that door where them bows at Search for his gun where his pole at
We on his ass where [E] his shows at He get away we on his ass where he parole at
[Em] I be hatin' when these rappers call these rappers brothers Only the family in my eyes bitch we yaddy yupp
I popped a perc and drunk a gallon man that hurt my stomach
Doing the dash and shot the lam that shit had made me funk
Fuck from the back I pull out her she screaming while she coming
Gaff on them G-locks they be clutching they be tryna serve
With all that rah rah like you like that come around you nervous
Sneaky talking like you like that now you actin' terminal
Yeah you ain't [E] like that you ain't catch a murk
I be threatening him I DM we ain't never work
Bleed, free the steeze yeah I call him Kirk
He be doing selfie he a catch a [Em] murk
I'm smoking weed I don't fuck with dirty
Can't trust an E cause this bitch is dirty
I feel like Gleech when I clutch my 30
Get out the streets bitch you touch his 30
Deets keep me trapping he just touched the 30
Richo be capping but you know that's Brody
Ay Booker put the switch on [E] for me bro
These niggas looking like these niggas know [Em] me
You ain't my brother you ain't my dog or homie
We got poppin' now they all our homies
I just had a threesome with two thick bitches
They just sucking dick cause I don't lick bitches
He know I fucked his BM now he sick with it
Shot in his shit so when he spit you know he switch with it
Hell cats in track halls they got Timmy on the turn up in the blast zone
He wouldn't gack out for that body took his mask off
She an ungrateful little bitch I'll take her ass off
Give me them titties back
Bitch they call my phone like get them glizzies back
Bitch tell your favorite rapper we ain't feeling that
Bitch tell your favorite trapper we ain't hearing that
He won't vote out but I got two so nigga give me that
This stick up easy this shit pity pass
Know how I bleed this with my city ass
I'm from Iraq you know it's litty though
I ain't never bleed that rapper give me that
[E]
Lock that door where them bows at Search for his gun where his pole at
We on his ass where [E] his shows at He get away we on his ass where he parole at
[Em] I be hatin' when these rappers call these rappers brothers Only the family in my eyes bitch we yaddy yupp
I popped a perc and drunk a gallon man that hurt my stomach
Doing the dash and shot the lam that shit had made me funk
Fuck from the back I pull out her she screaming while she coming
Gaff on them G-locks they be clutching they be tryna serve
With all that rah rah like you like that come around you nervous
Sneaky talking like you like that now you actin' terminal
Yeah you ain't [E] like that you ain't catch a murk
I be threatening him I DM we ain't never work
Bleed, free the steeze yeah I call him Kirk
He be doing selfie he a catch a [Em] murk
I'm smoking weed I don't fuck with dirty
Can't trust an E cause this bitch is dirty
I feel like Gleech when I clutch my 30
Get out the streets bitch you touch his 30
Deets keep me trapping he just touched the 30
Richo be capping but you know that's Brody
Ay Booker put the switch on [E] for me bro
These niggas looking like these niggas know [Em] me
You ain't my brother you ain't my dog or homie
We got poppin' now they all our homies
I just had a threesome with two thick bitches
They just sucking dick cause I don't lick bitches
He know I fucked his BM now he sick with it
Shot in his shit so when he spit you know he switch with it
Hell cats in track halls they got Timmy on the turn up in the blast zone
He wouldn't gack out for that body took his mask off
She an ungrateful little bitch I'll take her ass off
Give me them titties back
Bitch they call my phone like get them glizzies back
Bitch tell your favorite rapper we ain't feeling that
Bitch tell your favorite trapper we ain't hearing that
He won't vote out but I got two so nigga give me that
This stick up easy this shit pity pass
Know how I bleed this with my city ass
I'm from Iraq you know it's litty though
I ain't never bleed that rapper give me that
[E]
Key:
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[Em] I remember claiming dip sacks I had some bitches on my line I told them bitches get they lips wet
Lock that door where them bows at Search for his gun where his pole at
We on his ass where [E] his shows at He get away we on his ass where he parole at
[Em] I be hatin' when these rappers call these rappers brothers Only the family in my eyes bitch we yaddy yupp
I popped a perc and drunk a gallon man that hurt my stomach
Doing the dash and shot the lam that shit had made me funk
Fuck from the back I pull out her she screaming while she coming
Gaff on them G-locks they be clutching they be tryna serve
With all that rah rah like you like that come around you nervous
Sneaky talking like you like that now you actin' terminal
Yeah you ain't [E] like that you ain't catch a murk
I be threatening him I DM we ain't never work
Bleed, free the steeze yeah I call him Kirk
He be doing selfie he a catch a [Em] murk
I'm smoking weed I don't fuck with dirty
Can't trust an E cause this bitch is dirty
I feel like Gleech when I clutch my 30
Get out the streets bitch you touch his 30
Deets keep me trapping he just touched the 30
Richo be capping but you know that's Brody
Ay Booker put the switch on [E] for me bro
These niggas looking like these niggas know [Em] me
You ain't my brother you ain't my dog or homie
We got poppin' now they all our homies
I just had a threesome with two thick bitches
They just sucking dick cause I don't lick bitches
He know I fucked his BM now he sick with it
Shot in his shit so when he spit you know he switch with it
Hell cats in track halls they got Timmy on the turn up in the blast zone
He wouldn't gack out for that body took his mask off
She an ungrateful little bitch I'll take her ass off
Give me them titties back
Bitch they call my phone like get them glizzies back
Bitch tell your favorite rapper we ain't feeling that
Bitch tell your favorite trapper we ain't hearing that
He won't vote out but I got two so nigga give me that
This stick up easy this shit pity pass
Know how I bleed this with my city ass
I'm from Iraq you know it's litty though
I ain't never bleed that rapper give me that
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
Lock that door where them bows at Search for his gun where his pole at
We on his ass where [E] his shows at He get away we on his ass where he parole at
[Em] I be hatin' when these rappers call these rappers brothers Only the family in my eyes bitch we yaddy yupp
I popped a perc and drunk a gallon man that hurt my stomach
Doing the dash and shot the lam that shit had made me funk
Fuck from the back I pull out her she screaming while she coming
Gaff on them G-locks they be clutching they be tryna serve
With all that rah rah like you like that come around you nervous
Sneaky talking like you like that now you actin' terminal
Yeah you ain't [E] like that you ain't catch a murk
I be threatening him I DM we ain't never work
Bleed, free the steeze yeah I call him Kirk
He be doing selfie he a catch a [Em] murk
I'm smoking weed I don't fuck with dirty
Can't trust an E cause this bitch is dirty
I feel like Gleech when I clutch my 30
Get out the streets bitch you touch his 30
Deets keep me trapping he just touched the 30
Richo be capping but you know that's Brody
Ay Booker put the switch on [E] for me bro
These niggas looking like these niggas know [Em] me
You ain't my brother you ain't my dog or homie
We got poppin' now they all our homies
I just had a threesome with two thick bitches
They just sucking dick cause I don't lick bitches
He know I fucked his BM now he sick with it
Shot in his shit so when he spit you know he switch with it
Hell cats in track halls they got Timmy on the turn up in the blast zone
He wouldn't gack out for that body took his mask off
She an ungrateful little bitch I'll take her ass off
Give me them titties back
Bitch they call my phone like get them glizzies back
Bitch tell your favorite rapper we ain't feeling that
Bitch tell your favorite trapper we ain't hearing that
He won't vote out but I got two so nigga give me that
This stick up easy this shit pity pass
Know how I bleed this with my city ass
I'm from Iraq you know it's litty though
I ain't never bleed that rapper give me that
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
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