Whatever Tho Chords' by Woodie

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I might have shot your homies once or twice, you never [Am] know
But I still walk the streets so I assume they let it [Dm] go
But just in case they didn't, I pack metal for clever [Am] foes
So while they're talking breaking wood, y'all, whatever [Dm] though
I'm still putting it down, starting through the town
[A] Yacht bound, suckers wanna talk down, but they prefer to [Dm] cock down
They wanna bang like killers but don't bang with no [Am] killers
They wanna claim they killers but don't [Dm] hang with no killers
This is Antioch, the A-N-T-I-O-C-H
And I'm the one who brought the yacht up out the golden safe
[E] You wanna hate this?
Hate yourself if you're from the yacht
Talking down on my name, cause I ain't [F] asking you to drive
Just recognize, work too professional, years of [A] rapping
These conco records ripped the scrap back in [Am] town, all of them [F] happened
Then some, we'll take it nationwide, infected
[Am] Each and every nook and cranny where that yacht [Dm] glide back
And then I reckon we'll be collecting dividends along the way
[Am] And that's exactly where this haterism comes into play
[F] What's there to say?
Nothing but hot ones, I [Am] got four of those talking down on [E] me
I might have shot your homies once or twice, you never [Am] know
But I still walk the streets so I assume they let it [Dm] go
But just in case they didn't, I'll pack metal for clever [Am] foes
So while they're talking, breaking wood here, whatever [Dm] though
I might have shot your homies once or twice, you never [Am] know
But I still walk the streets so I assume they let it [Dm] go
But just in case they didn't, I'll pack metal for clever [Am] foes
So while they're talking, breaking wood here, [F] whatever though
Come on haters, try to stop this, dig deep into your [Am] pockets
Cause that'll give me a legit reason to make your knot [Dm] twist
Not this, northern fella Antioch, fellow [Am] of all hostages
Screw the thoughts and plots [Dm] of the jailors, you're gonna watch this
Independent labels succeed, [A] but repercussions tend
For every homie that bleeds, [E] we'll plant our seeds in some notches
And watch the killers grow, [Am] teach them everything we know
So that they're gonna [Dm] run this show, I'm talking fathers and sons
Uncles and nephews packing [Am] guns, holding down the fort
Prepare for war, protecting loved [F] ones, no one snatching up our dreams
Do the dope on triple [E] beans or an enemy shot
Cause that's the power money brings, we're the kings of our own plot
We found a spot, no man [A] grow, if you think we're bluffing
I assume you haven't [E] stayed tuned
So if you wanna get me, come and get me, quit talking
And sending messages through pictures, cause that [Dm] shit'll leave you chopped up
I might have shot your homies once or twice, you never [E] know
But I still walk the streets, so I assume they let it go
But just in case they didn't, I'd pack metal for clever foes
So while they're talking, break [A] a woody, ah Whatever, [Dm] though
I might have shot your homies once or twice, you never [Am] know
But I still walk the streets, so I assume they let it [Dm] go
But just in case they didn't, I'd pack metal for clever [Am] foes
So while they're talking, break a woody, ah Whatever, [F] though
You wanna talk me, hum a back and draw a jack amongst female [A] company
And every word about your mouth eventually gon' come [F] to me
How dumb could you be?
Maybe you really wanna see [E] me
But most likely you a sucker and you hatin', you can't beat [Dm] me
Probably got that ADD, attention deficit [Am] disorder
And you've noticed when you say my name that people won't ignore [E] you
That's pathetic, just another sorry chump in the gang
Go ahead, keep bumpin' my name, cause you just pumpin' my fame
But when we cross paths, all eyes will be prepared to act
[Am] Cause I'm a draw fast, clock blasts with heat to tell your [F] brain
Cause I had it up to here, through [Am] your history
I got my stride, sucker, you [F] ain't pumpin' fear
So canary, get a dose of the santiac with [A] monster
The demon in me [Am] wants to go back to a [F] monster
And put the music shit on standby to make a [Am] man die
How do I cope with this?
I [Dm] focus on the grand prize
I might've shot your homies once or twice, you never [Am] know
But I still walk the streets, so I assume they let it [Dm] go
But just in case they didn't, I pack metal for clever [Am] foes
So all that talking breakin' Woody off?
Whatever, [Dm] though
I might've shot your homies once or twice?
You never [Am] know
But I still walk the streets, so I assume they let it [Dm] go
But just in case they didn't I pack metal for clever [Am] foes
So all that talkin' breakin' Woody [F] off?
Whatever, though
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[F] _ Nothing but hot ones [Am] I got for those talkin' down on [E] me
I might have shot your homies once or twice, you never [A] know
But I still walk the streets so I assume they let it [F] go
But just in case they didn't, I packed metal for clever [A] foes
So while they're talking, breaking woody [G] up, whatever