Ykts Chords by Sheck Wes

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I wanna have to take it _ _
_ _ _ _ Yeah, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ damn
I gotta go and get mine Get bitch!
[A] I catch plays and catch [G] flies
Catch flies bitch!
I just [C] got the new ride
We still finesse MTA for the swipe Swipe me!
Now it's different forms when I slide
Put this shit down bitch it's tight
Put me on air
Gang got guns and knives
From New York baby you'll get sliced
[Ab] Buck fifty baby on sight
I want [D] horsepower and one with the ice
[C] Use the lust and do bad crimes
[Am] Now they put me in [Cm] the New York Times
Be tears right to my mother eyes
Play with my mother feelings you'll die
Yo, die pussy!
Skin that chicken pot pie
_ Green like spinach pot pie
Pull up shit and pop ice
I don't touch bitches but I pop guys
Light up my blood and get high
If shit get criminal I'm a riot
I pull up on arrival
You know the scouts with the guys
Whole lot of guns like Condoleezza Rice
I call the shots like Condoleezza Rice
I was in the projects eating that rice
Now young nigga order a Waigo
And I got beers up in my ride
They want me to do the deals
If you ain't got the means we can sign
I will tell David they ain't got that chicky
We can't play the price ain't right
Cut the check baby I been winning
_ Man nothing changed my life
Always keep it bad bitch we gotta hide
Got a whole lot of wounds in my collar
And deer shades all up my eyes
Can't pull up on arrival
And you know the scouts with the guys
You know the scouts with the guys
You know the scouts with the guys
You know the scouts with the guys _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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