Chords for RockGang Dah x Kay Flock x Dougie B - That's My Muddy (Music Video)

Tempo:
69.8 bpm
Chords used:

Eb

Bb

Bbm

F

Db

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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RockGang Dah x Kay Flock x Dougie B - That's My Muddy (Music Video) chords
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[Ab] [F]
[Fm] Double or double, he taking that [Eb] pack
Hitting my mother, I would never [Bb] lie
I done shot niggas who ain't get [Eb] back
Q-side, bop out, make them collapse
I know [Bbm] she had to be quick to attack
As I climb over the gates, she just shoot out that hat
And I stay with [Eb] that hat
Like, run up, that boy getting [Bbm] caught
Look, and it's set on [Eb] my lap
I done run in that pussy, [Bb] get
Like, my force boot, hop out, I [Eb] attack
Ayo, K, that's the opp, I shoot him in his [Bbm] back
I'ma start in your block, I pull up in on black
Pop a opp just like a fly
Red dot, green dot, he running like he [Eb] fly
That's that boy, try to flex, I'm booking for his [Bb] back
When I walk up, yes, I'm leaving with a pint
Keep a strap just like a diaper
I just pop two perks and fuck this bitch all [Eb] night
I just go to point of red and put up in a [Bb] spread
Now some buddies up top, they always send a cut
Huh, fuck the opps, they trying to diss
Can't fly, keep the stake, you run up, shake your [Db] stake
If you stop in my block, I bet you never [Bbm] miss
When I hop the 4'5", he dancing like he [Eb] did it
I'ma slide with 30 clip and shoot him in his [Bb] cape
Watch your D, I got the drip, your bitch, she wanna lick
He got a line, but I thought we killed him with the fifth
I just pulled up five blocks, my fan don't love you
Niggas never outside, these pussy niggas killin' me
Get the drop to the fuck, shit, bet I make it
[Db] Let it get away, set back, we should pop out the [Bbm] teddy
[Abm] [Bb] I like it shaky, lil' baby, no dinky
Got a [Bbm] baddix, you shake it like Nicki
Need a keisha when shit getting sticky
Bring all those hoochies to go, go fuck with [F] me
She tryna up to, ain't passing no shit to you
Like, after this, you better lick me
We get money, I tell her no tipsy
Me and Dougie, the evil twins, bitch, [Eb] I'm that demon
So if you want us, come get with me
Like, that's my money, go 50 [Eb] for 50
Do it, hit that Astoli or Britney
Bitch, I'm such an, I ain't talking no business
I [Bb] start in your block, I'm flocking with the semi
I brought us a opp and shots [Eb] right in his belly
In the spot, it get hot, but I ain't [Bb] talking Nelly
And your bitch should be fucking Tresha [Eb] and then the Tully
You could ask [Bbm] about all GD, I put in work
Me and K-Squad, I opp, we put him on the shirt
Fuck your mans, we put him in the dirt
[F] I'm shooting like I'm dirt
When I fuck me a bitch, [Bbm] she lifting up her skirt
Hit the drop from the top, we bout to make it work
Ay, I brought us a opp, we popping like a perk
I'ma up the 45 [C] and put hoes in the shirt
All my opps just popped, [Bbm] they bumps and smoking dirt
Now I'm getting to the back, these bitches tryna flirt
I just filed five claims and spent it on the shirt
I just popped me a perk, [Db] a 30 got me busted
I'ma slide on the opps [Bb] with thugs, we got them running
All GD, I got them racks, [Eb] I got a plug in London
I [Bb] put a shot to his top, I give him a concussion
Smoking on hoes, show you what these slugs bout
Money to the demon, flocking shit on clubhouse
Spending my 80s, them lil niggas bucked out
Lil' Nata, he bringing them guns out
He said, flock [Ab] it, it's time to have fun now
First O-Year, he [Bb] see he getting gunned down
If the gun [Eb] jam up, he get bunked [Bb] down
Gun on lil' B, we don't miss, that's a touchdown
Tell the thug [Db] gotta look, now he runs [Bb] down
Woke up at 6 after the locker got punched down
[Eb] [Bbm] [Eb] [Bb] [F] [Bbm]
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Eb
12341116
Bb
12341111
Bbm
13421111
F
134211111
Db
12341114
Eb
12341116
Bb
12341111
Bbm
13421111
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_ [Ab] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ Double or double, he taking that [Eb] pack
Hitting my mother, I would never [Bb] lie
I done shot niggas who ain't get [Eb] back
Q-side, bop out, make them collapse
I know [Bbm] she had to be quick to attack
As I climb over the gates, she just shoot out that hat
And I stay with [Eb] that hat
Like, run up, that boy getting [Bbm] caught
Look, and it's set on [Eb] my lap
I done run in that pussy, [Bb] get
Like, my force boot, hop out, I [Eb] attack
Ayo, K, that's the opp, I shoot him in his [Bbm] back
I'ma start in your block, I pull up in on black
Pop a opp just like a fly
Red dot, green dot, he running like he [Eb] fly
That's that boy, try to flex, I'm booking for his [Bb] back
When I walk up, yes, I'm leaving with a pint
Keep a strap just like a diaper
I just pop two perks and fuck this bitch all [Eb] night
I just go to point of red and put up in a [Bb] spread
Now some buddies up top, they always send a cut
Huh, fuck the opps, they trying to diss
Can't fly, keep the stake, you run up, shake your [Db] stake
If you stop in my block, I bet you never [Bbm] miss
When I hop the 4'5", he dancing like he [Eb] did it
I'ma slide with 30 clip and shoot him in his [Bb] cape
Watch your D, I got the drip, your bitch, she wanna lick
He got a line, but I thought we killed him with the fifth
I just pulled up five blocks, my fan don't love you
Niggas never outside, these pussy niggas killin' me
Get the drop to the fuck, shit, bet I make it
[Db] Let it get away, set back, we should pop out the [Bbm] teddy
_ [Abm] _ [Bb] _ I like it shaky, lil' baby, no dinky
Got a [Bbm] baddix, you shake it like Nicki
Need a keisha when shit getting sticky
Bring all those hoochies to go, go fuck with [F] me
She tryna up to, ain't passing no shit to you
Like, after this, you better lick me
We get money, I tell her no tipsy
Me and Dougie, the evil twins, bitch, [Eb] I'm that demon
So if you want us, come get with me
Like, that's my money, go 50 [Eb] for 50
Do it, hit that Astoli or Britney
Bitch, I'm such an, I ain't talking no business
I [Bb] start in your block, I'm flocking with the semi
I brought us a opp and shots [Eb] right in his belly
In the spot, it get hot, but I ain't [Bb] talking Nelly
And your bitch should be fucking Tresha [Eb] and then the Tully
You could ask [Bbm] about all GD, I put in work
Me and K-Squad, I opp, we put him on the shirt
Fuck your mans, we put him in the dirt
[F] I'm shooting like I'm dirt
When I fuck me a bitch, [Bbm] she lifting up her skirt
Hit the drop from the top, we bout to make it work
Ay, I brought us a opp, we popping like a perk
I'ma up the 45 [C] and put hoes in the shirt
All my opps just popped, [Bbm] they bumps and smoking dirt
Now I'm getting to the back, these bitches tryna flirt
I just filed five claims and spent it on the shirt
I just popped me a perk, [Db] a 30 got me busted
I'ma slide on the opps [Bb] with thugs, we got them running
All GD, I got them racks, [Eb] I got a plug in London
I [Bb] put a shot to his top, I give him a concussion
Smoking on hoes, show you what these slugs bout
Money to the demon, flocking shit on clubhouse
Spending my 80s, them lil niggas bucked out
Lil' Nata, he bringing them guns out
He said, flock [Ab] it, it's time to have fun now
First O-Year, he [Bb] see he getting gunned down
If the gun [Eb] jam up, he get bunked [Bb] down
Gun on lil' B, we don't miss, that's a touchdown
Tell the thug [Db] gotta look, now he runs [Bb] down
Woke up at 6 after the locker got punched down
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