Chords for Quezz Ruthless ft. Big Scarr & Baby K "Sticks In The Party" Produced by BandPlay Shot by LMB Filmz
Tempo:
91.3 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
C
Em
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A]
[C] [A] [Dm] [C] [A]
We got the sticks in the party So don't get retarded
It's like when we gon' get it copied Not like you rap, [E] nigga
These niggas faking and flopping [A] They know they ain't talking about it
This nigga ride around with choppers I'm smoking, but Scottie
Bout 200 reds still to my [Em] pocket I just come on the block
[E] Now we bought on [A] the yacht They like, damn, he took all our garage
All bitches calling my phone Cause they see that I'm on
On the top of the town, on the top I don't even answer the phone
And I leave them on read You can say that the young nigga cocked
We could [G] spread on your head Had them young niggas [Am] spinning
While we somewhere getting some [C#] massage If you know I'm reaching [E] roots
Might be bad, but you [C#] just ain't never seen nothing like it
[G] All you play with the gang, you ain't dying To [C#] give them a headshot
Now watch the E, I'm big as brains [C] Double-I gang, they can't tame [A] us
I hit the bitch from the front End up bandit for [Em] angles
Now she keep bringing my [A] name My shirt, it say Christian D.
up
[C#] On my jacket, I'm [Em] Angel All me, Regine, not Rangers
[A] Hittas pull up and hop out With those stiff-ass Rangers
[C] Ninja man, so they can't blind [E] us Steal a pop out [F] and go south like a nigga
I ain't fine, I'm stealing the hood on they gang
She's done fucking with rappers These niggas, they hours [Em] on line
Shit hopping, they can't watch me [A] line us With money, I ain't do nothing but make it
Young nigga more pine, [C] let's riff with this I.D., you fine
[A] Uh, we got the sticks in the party So don't even try to interest
Or we gon' get a copy [E] Not like you rap, nigga
These niggas faking the fly [A] Then they know they ain't talking my body
This nigga ride around with choppers I'm smoking biscotti
Bout putting red studs in my pocket I just stuck on the block
Now we bought on the yacht They like, damn, he took all our garage
All bitches calling my phone Cause they see that I'm on
On the top of the town, on the top I don't even answer the phone
And I leave them on read You can say that the young nigga caught it
We put your bread on your head Had them young niggas spending while
We somewhere getting some massage
If we don't [E] unreach the roots We might be bad and broke
[F] She fucked up, I'm falling [Em] in the coupe I'm fucked up, love, the streets gon' leave you
[F] with bruises I'm fucked up, my bitch a class A and B
[C] You fuck me, I guarantee [G] you get caught with no head
They tryna react on me, I'm getting money Like me, I'm the A, but I don't talk [A] to the feds
I be with top shots, I'm on [C] pre-dreds [G] I'm missing class if [A] I gon' need survivor
Guys, we treat these lame ass niggas like nerds
Yeah, that muthafucka been misled I ain't talking to dicks, that [Em] lil' paper I shred
[E] Stomach in my [A] pockets on full But I always got a lil' room for the bread
Fuck your mom, bitch, on the counter She don't even get to mess up my [Em] bitch bread
I [G] used to be a hot head, [A] now a nigga top ten I'm the one the streets recommend
Maybach B12, too big of a player to ride in a lil' lab
[E] B10, [G] can't fall off, I'm [C#] back at it again No, don't mean no gangs, I don't play by my band
Ain't no lil' boy around me, or yes, man No question, I know he gon' stand out ten
Know [E] I'm big when I ain't [A] tryna blend Anyway, by the way, I got a Chinese party
So don't be retarded, ain't tryna, so we gon' get it, gon' get it
Not [C] like you rap, nigga, [E] these niggas faking and flogging
They [A] know they ain't talking my body This nigga ride around with choppers
I'm smoking Biscotti, about 200 racks, still to my [E] pocket
I was just stuck on the block, now we bought on the [A] yacht
They like, damn, he took off like a rock All bitches calling my phone
Cause they see that I'm on, on the top of the town, on the top
I don't even answer the phone And I leave them on read
You can say that [Dm] the young niggas [G] died We put this bread on your head
Had them young niggas [A] spending While we somewhere getting some [C#] massage
And [Em] speaking on unreachable roots This my bitch [A] Badda Boo, you just ain't never seen [C#] nothing [C] like it
[E] [A] [C] [Em] [A] [C] [A]
[F] [A#]
[A#m] [E]
[C#] [C#m]
[E] [A]
[D#] [F#] [E]
[N]
[C] [A] [Dm] [C] [A]
We got the sticks in the party So don't get retarded
It's like when we gon' get it copied Not like you rap, [E] nigga
These niggas faking and flopping [A] They know they ain't talking about it
This nigga ride around with choppers I'm smoking, but Scottie
Bout 200 reds still to my [Em] pocket I just come on the block
[E] Now we bought on [A] the yacht They like, damn, he took all our garage
All bitches calling my phone Cause they see that I'm on
On the top of the town, on the top I don't even answer the phone
And I leave them on read You can say that the young nigga cocked
We could [G] spread on your head Had them young niggas [Am] spinning
While we somewhere getting some [C#] massage If you know I'm reaching [E] roots
Might be bad, but you [C#] just ain't never seen nothing like it
[G] All you play with the gang, you ain't dying To [C#] give them a headshot
Now watch the E, I'm big as brains [C] Double-I gang, they can't tame [A] us
I hit the bitch from the front End up bandit for [Em] angles
Now she keep bringing my [A] name My shirt, it say Christian D.
up
[C#] On my jacket, I'm [Em] Angel All me, Regine, not Rangers
[A] Hittas pull up and hop out With those stiff-ass Rangers
[C] Ninja man, so they can't blind [E] us Steal a pop out [F] and go south like a nigga
I ain't fine, I'm stealing the hood on they gang
She's done fucking with rappers These niggas, they hours [Em] on line
Shit hopping, they can't watch me [A] line us With money, I ain't do nothing but make it
Young nigga more pine, [C] let's riff with this I.D., you fine
[A] Uh, we got the sticks in the party So don't even try to interest
Or we gon' get a copy [E] Not like you rap, nigga
These niggas faking the fly [A] Then they know they ain't talking my body
This nigga ride around with choppers I'm smoking biscotti
Bout putting red studs in my pocket I just stuck on the block
Now we bought on the yacht They like, damn, he took all our garage
All bitches calling my phone Cause they see that I'm on
On the top of the town, on the top I don't even answer the phone
And I leave them on read You can say that the young nigga caught it
We put your bread on your head Had them young niggas spending while
We somewhere getting some massage
If we don't [E] unreach the roots We might be bad and broke
[F] She fucked up, I'm falling [Em] in the coupe I'm fucked up, love, the streets gon' leave you
[F] with bruises I'm fucked up, my bitch a class A and B
[C] You fuck me, I guarantee [G] you get caught with no head
They tryna react on me, I'm getting money Like me, I'm the A, but I don't talk [A] to the feds
I be with top shots, I'm on [C] pre-dreds [G] I'm missing class if [A] I gon' need survivor
Guys, we treat these lame ass niggas like nerds
Yeah, that muthafucka been misled I ain't talking to dicks, that [Em] lil' paper I shred
[E] Stomach in my [A] pockets on full But I always got a lil' room for the bread
Fuck your mom, bitch, on the counter She don't even get to mess up my [Em] bitch bread
I [G] used to be a hot head, [A] now a nigga top ten I'm the one the streets recommend
Maybach B12, too big of a player to ride in a lil' lab
[E] B10, [G] can't fall off, I'm [C#] back at it again No, don't mean no gangs, I don't play by my band
Ain't no lil' boy around me, or yes, man No question, I know he gon' stand out ten
Know [E] I'm big when I ain't [A] tryna blend Anyway, by the way, I got a Chinese party
So don't be retarded, ain't tryna, so we gon' get it, gon' get it
Not [C] like you rap, nigga, [E] these niggas faking and flogging
They [A] know they ain't talking my body This nigga ride around with choppers
I'm smoking Biscotti, about 200 racks, still to my [E] pocket
I was just stuck on the block, now we bought on the [A] yacht
They like, damn, he took off like a rock All bitches calling my phone
Cause they see that I'm on, on the top of the town, on the top
I don't even answer the phone And I leave them on read
You can say that [Dm] the young niggas [G] died We put this bread on your head
Had them young niggas [A] spending While we somewhere getting some [C#] massage
And [Em] speaking on unreachable roots This my bitch [A] Badda Boo, you just ain't never seen [C#] nothing [C] like it
[E] [A] [C] [Em] [A] [C] [A]
[F] [A#]
[A#m] [E]
[C#] [C#m]
[E] [A]
[D#] [F#] [E]
[N]
Key:
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[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [A] _ _ [Dm] _ [C] _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ We got the sticks in the party So don't get retarded
It's like when we gon' get it copied Not like you rap, [E] nigga
These niggas faking and flopping [A] They know they ain't talking about it
This nigga ride around with choppers I'm smoking, but Scottie
Bout 200 reds still to my [Em] pocket I just come on the block
[E] Now we bought on [A] the yacht They like, damn, he took all our garage
All bitches calling my phone Cause they see that I'm on
On the top of the town, on the top I don't even answer the phone
And I leave them on read You can say that the young nigga cocked
We could [G] spread on your head Had them young niggas [Am] spinning
While we somewhere getting some [C#] massage If you know I'm reaching [E] roots
Might be bad, but you [C#] just ain't never seen nothing like it
[G] All you play with the gang, you ain't dying To [C#] give them a headshot
Now watch the E, I'm big as brains [C] Double-I gang, they can't tame [A] us
I hit the bitch from the front End up bandit for [Em] angles
Now she keep bringing my [A] name My shirt, it say Christian D.
up
[C#] On my jacket, I'm [Em] Angel All me, Regine, not Rangers
[A] Hittas pull up and hop out With those stiff-ass Rangers
[C] Ninja man, so they can't blind [E] us Steal a pop out [F] and go south like a nigga
I ain't fine, I'm stealing the hood on they gang
She's done fucking with rappers These niggas, they hours [Em] on line
Shit hopping, they can't watch me [A] line us With money, I ain't do nothing but make it
Young nigga more pine, [C] let's riff with this I.D., you fine
[A] Uh, we got the sticks in the party So don't even try to interest
Or we gon' get a copy [E] Not like you rap, nigga
These niggas faking the fly [A] Then they know they ain't talking my body
This nigga ride around with choppers I'm smoking biscotti
Bout putting red studs in my pocket I just stuck on the block
Now we bought on the yacht They like, damn, he took all our garage
All bitches calling my phone Cause they see that I'm on
On the top of the town, on the top I don't even answer the phone
And I leave them on read You can say that the young nigga caught it
We put your bread on your head Had them young niggas spending while
We somewhere getting some massage
If we don't [E] unreach the roots We might be bad and broke
[F] She fucked up, I'm falling [Em] in the coupe I'm fucked up, love, the streets gon' leave you
[F] with bruises I'm fucked up, my bitch a class A and B
[C] You fuck me, I guarantee [G] you get caught with no head
They tryna react on me, I'm getting money Like me, I'm the A, but I don't talk [A] to the feds
I be with top shots, I'm on [C] pre-dreds [G] I'm missing class if [A] I gon' need survivor
Guys, we treat these lame ass niggas like nerds
Yeah, that muthafucka been misled I ain't talking to dicks, that [Em] lil' paper I shred
[E] Stomach in my [A] pockets on full But I always got a lil' room for the bread
Fuck your mom, bitch, on the counter She don't even get to mess up my [Em] bitch bread
I [G] used to be a hot head, [A] now a nigga top ten I'm the one the streets recommend
Maybach B12, too big of a player to ride in a lil' lab
[E] B10, [G] can't fall off, I'm [C#] back at it again No, don't mean no gangs, I don't play by my band
Ain't no lil' boy around me, or yes, man No question, I know he gon' stand out ten
Know [E] I'm big when I ain't [A] tryna blend Anyway, by the way, I got a Chinese party
So don't be retarded, ain't tryna, so we gon' get it, gon' get it
Not [C] like you rap, nigga, [E] these niggas faking and flogging
They [A] know they ain't talking my body This nigga ride around with choppers
I'm smoking Biscotti, about 200 racks, still to my [E] pocket
I was just stuck on the block, now we bought on the [A] yacht
They like, damn, he took off like a rock All bitches calling my phone
Cause they see that I'm on, on the top of the town, on the top
I don't even answer the phone And I leave them on read
You can say that [Dm] the young niggas [G] died We put this bread on your head
Had them young niggas [A] spending While we somewhere getting some [C#] massage
And [Em] speaking on unreachable roots This my bitch [A] Badda Boo, you just ain't never seen [C#] nothing [C] like it
_ [E] _ [A] _ _ _ [C] _ [Em] _ [A] _ _ _ [C] _ [A] _ _
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[C] _ _ [A] _ _ [Dm] _ [C] _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ We got the sticks in the party So don't get retarded
It's like when we gon' get it copied Not like you rap, [E] nigga
These niggas faking and flopping [A] They know they ain't talking about it
This nigga ride around with choppers I'm smoking, but Scottie
Bout 200 reds still to my [Em] pocket I just come on the block
[E] Now we bought on [A] the yacht They like, damn, he took all our garage
All bitches calling my phone Cause they see that I'm on
On the top of the town, on the top I don't even answer the phone
And I leave them on read You can say that the young nigga cocked
We could [G] spread on your head Had them young niggas [Am] spinning
While we somewhere getting some [C#] massage If you know I'm reaching [E] roots
Might be bad, but you [C#] just ain't never seen nothing like it
[G] All you play with the gang, you ain't dying To [C#] give them a headshot
Now watch the E, I'm big as brains [C] Double-I gang, they can't tame [A] us
I hit the bitch from the front End up bandit for [Em] angles
Now she keep bringing my [A] name My shirt, it say Christian D.
up
[C#] On my jacket, I'm [Em] Angel All me, Regine, not Rangers
[A] Hittas pull up and hop out With those stiff-ass Rangers
[C] Ninja man, so they can't blind [E] us Steal a pop out [F] and go south like a nigga
I ain't fine, I'm stealing the hood on they gang
She's done fucking with rappers These niggas, they hours [Em] on line
Shit hopping, they can't watch me [A] line us With money, I ain't do nothing but make it
Young nigga more pine, [C] let's riff with this I.D., you fine
[A] Uh, we got the sticks in the party So don't even try to interest
Or we gon' get a copy [E] Not like you rap, nigga
These niggas faking the fly [A] Then they know they ain't talking my body
This nigga ride around with choppers I'm smoking biscotti
Bout putting red studs in my pocket I just stuck on the block
Now we bought on the yacht They like, damn, he took all our garage
All bitches calling my phone Cause they see that I'm on
On the top of the town, on the top I don't even answer the phone
And I leave them on read You can say that the young nigga caught it
We put your bread on your head Had them young niggas spending while
We somewhere getting some massage
If we don't [E] unreach the roots We might be bad and broke
[F] She fucked up, I'm falling [Em] in the coupe I'm fucked up, love, the streets gon' leave you
[F] with bruises I'm fucked up, my bitch a class A and B
[C] You fuck me, I guarantee [G] you get caught with no head
They tryna react on me, I'm getting money Like me, I'm the A, but I don't talk [A] to the feds
I be with top shots, I'm on [C] pre-dreds [G] I'm missing class if [A] I gon' need survivor
Guys, we treat these lame ass niggas like nerds
Yeah, that muthafucka been misled I ain't talking to dicks, that [Em] lil' paper I shred
[E] Stomach in my [A] pockets on full But I always got a lil' room for the bread
Fuck your mom, bitch, on the counter She don't even get to mess up my [Em] bitch bread
I [G] used to be a hot head, [A] now a nigga top ten I'm the one the streets recommend
Maybach B12, too big of a player to ride in a lil' lab
[E] B10, [G] can't fall off, I'm [C#] back at it again No, don't mean no gangs, I don't play by my band
Ain't no lil' boy around me, or yes, man No question, I know he gon' stand out ten
Know [E] I'm big when I ain't [A] tryna blend Anyway, by the way, I got a Chinese party
So don't be retarded, ain't tryna, so we gon' get it, gon' get it
Not [C] like you rap, nigga, [E] these niggas faking and flogging
They [A] know they ain't talking my body This nigga ride around with choppers
I'm smoking Biscotti, about 200 racks, still to my [E] pocket
I was just stuck on the block, now we bought on the [A] yacht
They like, damn, he took off like a rock All bitches calling my phone
Cause they see that I'm on, on the top of the town, on the top
I don't even answer the phone And I leave them on read
You can say that [Dm] the young niggas [G] died We put this bread on your head
Had them young niggas [A] spending While we somewhere getting some [C#] massage
And [Em] speaking on unreachable roots This my bitch [A] Badda Boo, you just ain't never seen [C#] nothing [C] like it
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