Chords for So Real (Screwed Version) (feat. Mike D & Lil Keke)

It's going down. _ _ _
_ [Em] 9 [G]-6, screwed a clique, know what [Bm] I'm talking about.
Put them popped up in here, know [G] what I'm saying.
_ _ _ DEA, [C] Southside players, [G] botting their boys out, need 3 [A]-4 action, know what I'm talking [Em] about.
10 [Bm]-2-0-1, know what I'm saying.
Smoking [G] big, drinking [G] serves, know what I'm talking about.
Well, [Am] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] one time for your mind, let [Em] a player come [G] through.
I'm sipping on a [D] four and I'm jamming on [G] this crew.
It's Southside players, let this player down for functions.
[Am] Cause a [Cm] young nigga got a million dollar function.
[Em] Living so gold in this game.
[G] Drank and drank, got met [Bm] with gold in the game.
Now I'm faking [G] stacks, barber don't flex.
Moved up [Am] the 320 Benz and high-hack a little bit [B] crazy.
Fuck these [Em] damn ladies, [G] roll up on my dangle lane [D] cause I'm Mercedes.
[G] Really [G] ain't with it, let that 9-millimeter start spitting.
[Am] Round up the round [G] and drop and play a hater's line.
From [E] the other side, you start flexing.
[F#] It's that [G] Southside third [D] ward, fucking Texas.
Boys [C] don't know I'm candy red from the scene.
A young [A] nigga sipping codeine with my [E] mug on lean.
With that fat to the fed, how the fuck you [F#] gon' act?
[G] A rat tat tat tat, put my 9-millimeter [Gm] that.
[C] So boys better raise the fuck up off me.
Cause that [A] boy Mikey is [D] living like John fucking [B] Gotti in the game.
_ _ [Em] Come [G] on, _ _ I'm in [Bm] dime blaze, you know what I'm saying. _ _
_ Third coach, _ _ [Am] ain't fucking me though.
_ _ _ _ [A] Niggas keep looking [Em] for my bourbon [G] on them toppers.
We be flipping through [D] the Southside and helicopters about to land in the clover.
Hell no, it ain't over.
[Am] You got my boy [G] dead, but I'm also going fed [B] because I got my damn steel [Em] on my side.
[G] Wherever the fuck I go, I pass my cat up in my ride.
Them niggas think I'm slipping, but hell nah we ain't.
That's all we [Am] do is slipping, surfing in the paint.
My boy [B] Mikey got a whole [Em] couple of leagues.
[G] Them Southside players acting [D] bad on the scene.
[G] That's all we do is steam.
Them fucking players do.
Calm [Am] down South, you see me [D] acting bad about the roof.
Me and [A] that Quil lean bout to [Em] get the stacks [G] made.
Got to come through this motherfucker on this chromic blade.
Put them damn buttons on the 600, big 12.
I know [Am] these niggas can tell these young niggas hold bail [E] down South.
So what you talking bout?
[F#] A nigga [G] got a whole bunch of [Dm] diamonds in his mouth.
About to [C] spit game to a young fucking kinder.
Cause that's [A] all I got is one to [Dm] get up in the_
I woke up early.
[Em] I jumped [G] in that butter.
Stars whipping poles, let the voles burn rubber.
I swung then I swang.
You know a nigga swing.
[Am] I pulled up at the light on that belt for that neck key.
[B] Big bag of sweets, [Em] screw [G] at the spot.
I clicked on the [D] bubbles cause it just turned dark.
Hurting, working, wooing.
Dangling, gripping, grunting.
[Am] Hands free, [G] phones just balling in the slant.
[Em] Showing naked ass in the story [G] being told. _
1700, wine, beer, we overgoing.
From far and yonder, Ike got me coming.
[Am] Classic homie grill with the diamond eyes warming.
[B] I pull in X-Sun, [Em] putting the gallons [G] in my shit.
Reflection out the [D] belt says to drop the [G] bopper kit.
Holding that nine.
Gotta protect mine.
[Cm] _
16 times if they want the bopper grind.
[Em] Hurt, hop, pop, and let the wind [G] come in.
Shining gold wheels so you know I had to grin.
I see that fat hat and that boy made a feel.
[Am] Back up on his feet because that young nigga real.
[B] Barber to that straight [Em] and you know we [G] drank bound.
Kiki showing [D] love to that nigga [G] of Baytown.
We throwing up the deuce and giving niggas dab.
[Am] You know [G] Southside acting bad on the slab.
[B] I'm throwing up the deuce [Em] and giving [G] niggas dab.
My nigga Fat Pat, Mr.
Represent the slab. _ _
_ Throwing up the deuce and giving [Am] dab.
Coming down the boulevard just holding [B] slab.
Bumper gear [Em] reclined, yellow [G] hose lined.
Drop my [D] top and turn up at [G] one time.
Swinging on the corner, blowing marijuana.
It's the Fat Pat and them haters on the corner.
[A] On my block with my [Em] clock, cop [G] off safety.
Niggas want to [Bm] try me but I know I'll just be waiting.
[G] Looking in my rear view, seeing through my [Am] scotchie.
Watching the yellow bone hose just watch [B] me.
Sipping codeine [Em] and remorb [G] on the scene.
H-Town, [D] Texas coming through [G] like a dream.
Sitting so low in the big, big [Am] bourbon.
Coming down [G] 60, play up what's [B] swerving.
Let out the roof [Em] glass made of [G] bulletproof.
If a nigga flex I got diamonds on my tooth.
About to break loose when I'm in the drop top.
[Am] Front side to side, pancake drop to top.
[B] _
Everybody feel a [Em] nigga shining.
[G] It's the Fat Pat and the [Bm] haters gotta remind them.
That we [G] be holding extra clock, it don't stop red [Am] beam.
Southside [G] players DEA like a dream.
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