Chords for Slim 400 "Bruisin" Feat. YG & Sad Boy Loko (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)

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_ _ _ _ _ I'm a rat top on big, hit him on the front got the pistol on the twig, whirl in the back
and [F] he rollin' in the grave, [E] bout to hit the shelf we can knock a big, had the flash on
a nigga then he skirted out, that's the LA shit you know I'm talkin' bout, nigga I'm
a rep, round front, [D] man no bitchin' out, make him lean like a pro when [E] his gun is out, my
real fight those with the pens I'm at they family's [F] house, tippin' on Coronas on they
couch [D] when I'm thuggin' out, real folks [E] got helicopters, so what's this you talkin' bout,
it really mean nothing when I'm all [D] they talkin', I really [E] get dough and that's something you
not about, and me being broke [Dm] that's just something I won't [E] allow, time's gettin' hard, [F] got the
world in my hands, [C#] European wheels [E] headed back to the brand, back to the brand, broke,
_ _ just [F] me and my [E] niggas, broke, _ _ just [F] me and my [E] niggas, broke, _ _ _ _ [F] just me and my [E] niggas, broke, _
_ _ [B] _ [F] just me and my niggas, [F#] I'm frozen, down the brands and the Benz, just left the block I'm
tryna make it to the 110, [E] red lights, I don't fuck with them, never wanna be a victim of
an old, that's him, them yellow lights, I zoom past them cause if I stop they got time
to assume, that's him, them green lights, that [Dm] mean everything to go, [E] these hoes go,
this money [F] go like the bullies out the school [E] folks, summertime mentality gotta make sure
you strap it up, hey, hey, hey bitch if you gon' hop in the car I'll lap you, young niggas
you still [F] in my pillion, I be mad as [E] fuck, swag I got contagious, [Dm] so I'ma shake hands
I'll zap [E] it up, I ran to the block, when they was tryna save me, my plan worked, I'm a million
dollar baby, but fuck it, bout [Dm] to put the pens on these, [E] and you know I ain't lyin'
when I put it on these, back to the bros, broke, _ just [F] me and my [E] niggas, broke, _ _ _ _ [F] just me and
my [E] niggas, broke, _ _ _ _ [F] just me and my [E] niggas, broke, _
_ _ [B] _ [F] just me and my [E] niggas, I'm frozen down the
street in my six-oh, sippin' on a michelada while my handy gets cold, you should know
when I broke, gee I'm up to something, windows down, system look, [F] I ain't tryna bump [E] it,
turn right cause the left mind make you wait, on these streets it don't pause, [F] everyone's
out to fix, [E] no rewind if you got some, I'm goin' fast forward, I was young Bruce Eastwood
[F] lookin' over both [E] shoulders, nothing changed, still blues up that same block, yes I paid
for my rims, no they ain't hot, I been in the ghetto, the streets I was raised in, smokin'
getting high like a goddamn Jamaican, real side to side, I could even pancake it, leave
holes in your face lookin' [F] like Jason, [N] sippin' on my handy, I can't even chase it, ever try
and wonder, I will [F] demonstrate it. _ _
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