Chords for Yung Gravy, Pouya, Ramirez, Trippy tha Kid - The Boys Are Back In Town (Audio)
Tempo:
154.55 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
G
D
Bb
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Ab] [D]
[G] [Ab] [D]
[G] [Ab] [D]
[G] [Ab] [D]
[N] I'm dead fresh.
I might pull up in a casket.
You be looking sweet like a fucking fruit
[G] basket.
Spit a couple [Ab] raps.
I get a check and [D] Johnny cash [G] it.
I smash it.
I [Ab] let your
mama rub my [D]
sunglasses.
[Bb] Nobody gonna fuck with me like I do.
Look at me [G] killing the
motherfuckers always [Ab] talking, but damn it, I'm high [D] too.
Damn it, I [F] don't give a fuck.
Yo, I want to stunt.
I make your salary twice in a month.
I pay your daddy to roll up my
bus and he blow your allowance to pay for my [Ab] lunch.
You ain't with the shit.
[G] You ain't
with the shit.
You ain't with [Ab] the shit.
You ain't with the [G] shit.
Ramirez, what's your
bitch?
Right in the back of the [Eb] truck with a bump of the mask covering my face.
[G] Dump
at the clock as I rip through the [Ab] flesh.
Inside of the cut, he was hanging on my [D] waist.
Kicking
the [G] dope, put me to the [Ab] side.
Fucking the fuck since I went out the base.
[G] He's sicking
muscles all up in his [Abm] shoe.
I can't read the cop and the drop of the [Gb] grape.
[Gm] You ain't with
the [Db] shit.
You ain't with the [F] shit.
You ain't with the shit.
You [Ab] ain't with the shit.
Koo yow, what's your bitch?
I'm [G] in my zone.
I'm in my [Ab] element.
That's daily regimen.
I'm [G] pulling up the grave in [Ab] mama's house with perfect etiquette, little bitch.
Hey,
mom, look, the boys are back in town.
Who the [G] fuck that?
They [Ab] been trying to kill me
because my bucks fat.
[G] My new bitch so thick [Ab] that I got lost up in [Bb] the butt crack.
I'm
[G] ready to give my [Ab] gloves back.
Hot bag in the ring and a bundet.
[Gm] Fitted them off their [Ab] love
pack.
I'm about to be getting [F] my guns back.
Smoking up on that swamp sack.
Cut back on
the lack of the Prozac.
Pimping these bitches.
I'm breaking them off as I'm hanging up off
my [G] nutsack.
Baby, bro, I got a phone [Ab] up here with you.
Yo, hold up.
Ricky Bobby, I'm jacked
up on Mountain Dew.
You ain't with the shit.
You [G] ain't with the shit.
You ain't with the
[Ab] shit.
You ain't with the shit.
[G] Trippy with your bitch.
Whoa, mozzarella [Ab] marinara.
Put
that shit up on my [G] pasta.
I just got the [Ab] Panamera.
Only [Bb] flexing was a [G] gasta.
Profit over [Ab] middle
[Am] order.
Shark boils in a launder.
[G] Coffee, real mother [Ab] and daughter.
Puffing [Bb] the indica harder.
[N] I just fucked your bitch in the back of my 96 DeVille.
Whoa.
Hey, bitch, I'm dead fresh.
I might pull up in a casket.
You be looking sweet like a fucking fruit basket.
Feel like
I'm Houdini when your sister let me smash it.
I dive up in the coochie handcuff for
ten [G] minutes.
Blindfolded, then escape.
That's magic, [Ab] bitch.
[C] [G] [Ab] [C] [Ab]
[G]
[G] [Ab] [D]
[G] [Ab] [D]
[G] [Ab] [D]
[N] I'm dead fresh.
I might pull up in a casket.
You be looking sweet like a fucking fruit
[G] basket.
Spit a couple [Ab] raps.
I get a check and [D] Johnny cash [G] it.
I smash it.
I [Ab] let your
mama rub my [D]
sunglasses.
[Bb] Nobody gonna fuck with me like I do.
Look at me [G] killing the
motherfuckers always [Ab] talking, but damn it, I'm high [D] too.
Damn it, I [F] don't give a fuck.
Yo, I want to stunt.
I make your salary twice in a month.
I pay your daddy to roll up my
bus and he blow your allowance to pay for my [Ab] lunch.
You ain't with the shit.
[G] You ain't
with the shit.
You ain't with [Ab] the shit.
You ain't with the [G] shit.
Ramirez, what's your
bitch?
Right in the back of the [Eb] truck with a bump of the mask covering my face.
[G] Dump
at the clock as I rip through the [Ab] flesh.
Inside of the cut, he was hanging on my [D] waist.
Kicking
the [G] dope, put me to the [Ab] side.
Fucking the fuck since I went out the base.
[G] He's sicking
muscles all up in his [Abm] shoe.
I can't read the cop and the drop of the [Gb] grape.
[Gm] You ain't with
the [Db] shit.
You ain't with the [F] shit.
You ain't with the shit.
You [Ab] ain't with the shit.
Koo yow, what's your bitch?
I'm [G] in my zone.
I'm in my [Ab] element.
That's daily regimen.
I'm [G] pulling up the grave in [Ab] mama's house with perfect etiquette, little bitch.
Hey,
mom, look, the boys are back in town.
Who the [G] fuck that?
They [Ab] been trying to kill me
because my bucks fat.
[G] My new bitch so thick [Ab] that I got lost up in [Bb] the butt crack.
I'm
[G] ready to give my [Ab] gloves back.
Hot bag in the ring and a bundet.
[Gm] Fitted them off their [Ab] love
pack.
I'm about to be getting [F] my guns back.
Smoking up on that swamp sack.
Cut back on
the lack of the Prozac.
Pimping these bitches.
I'm breaking them off as I'm hanging up off
my [G] nutsack.
Baby, bro, I got a phone [Ab] up here with you.
Yo, hold up.
Ricky Bobby, I'm jacked
up on Mountain Dew.
You ain't with the shit.
You [G] ain't with the shit.
You ain't with the
[Ab] shit.
You ain't with the shit.
[G] Trippy with your bitch.
Whoa, mozzarella [Ab] marinara.
Put
that shit up on my [G] pasta.
I just got the [Ab] Panamera.
Only [Bb] flexing was a [G] gasta.
Profit over [Ab] middle
[Am] order.
Shark boils in a launder.
[G] Coffee, real mother [Ab] and daughter.
Puffing [Bb] the indica harder.
[N] I just fucked your bitch in the back of my 96 DeVille.
Whoa.
Hey, bitch, I'm dead fresh.
I might pull up in a casket.
You be looking sweet like a fucking fruit basket.
Feel like
I'm Houdini when your sister let me smash it.
I dive up in the coochie handcuff for
ten [G] minutes.
Blindfolded, then escape.
That's magic, [Ab] bitch.
[C] [G] [Ab] [C] [Ab]
[G]
Key:
Ab
G
D
Bb
F
Ab
G
D
_ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [D] _
_ [G] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [D] _
_ [G] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [D] _
_ [G] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [D] _
_ [N] I'm dead fresh.
I might pull up in a casket.
You be looking sweet like a fucking fruit
[G] basket.
Spit a couple [Ab] raps.
I get a check and [D] Johnny cash [G] it.
I smash it.
I [Ab] let your
mama rub my [D]
sunglasses.
[Bb] Nobody gonna fuck with me like I do.
Look at me [G] killing the
motherfuckers always [Ab] talking, but damn it, I'm high [D] too.
Damn it, I [F] don't give a fuck.
Yo, I want to stunt.
I make your salary twice in a month.
I pay your daddy to roll up my
bus and he blow your allowance to pay for my [Ab] lunch.
You ain't with the shit.
[G] You ain't
with the shit.
You ain't with [Ab] the shit.
You ain't with the [G] shit.
Ramirez, what's your
bitch?
Right in the back of the [Eb] truck with a bump of the mask covering my face.
[G] Dump
at the clock as I rip through the [Ab] flesh.
Inside of the cut, he was hanging on my [D] waist.
Kicking
the [G] dope, put me to the [Ab] side.
Fucking the fuck since I went out the base.
[G] He's sicking
muscles all up in his [Abm] shoe.
I can't read the cop and the drop of the [Gb] grape.
[Gm] You ain't with
the [Db] shit.
You ain't with the [F] shit.
You ain't with the shit.
You [Ab] ain't with the shit.
Koo yow, what's your bitch?
I'm [G] in my zone.
I'm in my [Ab] element.
That's daily regimen.
I'm [G] pulling up the grave in [Ab] mama's house with perfect etiquette, little bitch.
Hey,
mom, look, the boys are back in town.
Who the [G] fuck that?
They [Ab] been trying to kill me
because my bucks fat.
[G] My new bitch so thick [Ab] that I got lost up in [Bb] the butt crack.
I'm
[G] ready to give my [Ab] gloves back.
Hot bag in the ring and a bundet.
[Gm] Fitted them off their [Ab] love
pack.
I'm about to be getting [F] my guns back.
Smoking up on that swamp sack.
Cut back on
the lack of the Prozac.
Pimping these bitches.
I'm breaking them off as I'm hanging up off
my [G] nutsack.
Baby, bro, I got a phone [Ab] up here with you.
Yo, hold up.
Ricky Bobby, I'm jacked
up on Mountain Dew. _ _
You ain't with the shit.
You [G] ain't with the shit.
You ain't with the
[Ab] shit.
You ain't with the shit.
[G] Trippy with your bitch.
Whoa, mozzarella [Ab] marinara.
Put
that shit up on my [G] pasta.
I just got the [Ab] Panamera.
Only [Bb] flexing was a [G] gasta.
Profit over [Ab] middle
[Am] order.
Shark boils in a launder.
[G] Coffee, real mother [Ab] and daughter.
Puffing [Bb] the indica harder.
[N] I just fucked your bitch in the back of my 96 DeVille.
_ Whoa. _ _
Hey, bitch, I'm dead fresh.
I might pull up in a casket.
You be looking sweet like a fucking fruit basket.
Feel like
I'm Houdini when your sister let me smash it.
I dive up in the coochie handcuff for
ten [G] minutes.
_ Blindfolded, then escape.
That's magic, [Ab] bitch.
_ _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Ab] _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [D] _
_ [G] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [D] _
_ [G] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [D] _
_ [N] I'm dead fresh.
I might pull up in a casket.
You be looking sweet like a fucking fruit
[G] basket.
Spit a couple [Ab] raps.
I get a check and [D] Johnny cash [G] it.
I smash it.
I [Ab] let your
mama rub my [D]
sunglasses.
[Bb] Nobody gonna fuck with me like I do.
Look at me [G] killing the
motherfuckers always [Ab] talking, but damn it, I'm high [D] too.
Damn it, I [F] don't give a fuck.
Yo, I want to stunt.
I make your salary twice in a month.
I pay your daddy to roll up my
bus and he blow your allowance to pay for my [Ab] lunch.
You ain't with the shit.
[G] You ain't
with the shit.
You ain't with [Ab] the shit.
You ain't with the [G] shit.
Ramirez, what's your
bitch?
Right in the back of the [Eb] truck with a bump of the mask covering my face.
[G] Dump
at the clock as I rip through the [Ab] flesh.
Inside of the cut, he was hanging on my [D] waist.
Kicking
the [G] dope, put me to the [Ab] side.
Fucking the fuck since I went out the base.
[G] He's sicking
muscles all up in his [Abm] shoe.
I can't read the cop and the drop of the [Gb] grape.
[Gm] You ain't with
the [Db] shit.
You ain't with the [F] shit.
You ain't with the shit.
You [Ab] ain't with the shit.
Koo yow, what's your bitch?
I'm [G] in my zone.
I'm in my [Ab] element.
That's daily regimen.
I'm [G] pulling up the grave in [Ab] mama's house with perfect etiquette, little bitch.
Hey,
mom, look, the boys are back in town.
Who the [G] fuck that?
They [Ab] been trying to kill me
because my bucks fat.
[G] My new bitch so thick [Ab] that I got lost up in [Bb] the butt crack.
I'm
[G] ready to give my [Ab] gloves back.
Hot bag in the ring and a bundet.
[Gm] Fitted them off their [Ab] love
pack.
I'm about to be getting [F] my guns back.
Smoking up on that swamp sack.
Cut back on
the lack of the Prozac.
Pimping these bitches.
I'm breaking them off as I'm hanging up off
my [G] nutsack.
Baby, bro, I got a phone [Ab] up here with you.
Yo, hold up.
Ricky Bobby, I'm jacked
up on Mountain Dew. _ _
You ain't with the shit.
You [G] ain't with the shit.
You ain't with the
[Ab] shit.
You ain't with the shit.
[G] Trippy with your bitch.
Whoa, mozzarella [Ab] marinara.
Put
that shit up on my [G] pasta.
I just got the [Ab] Panamera.
Only [Bb] flexing was a [G] gasta.
Profit over [Ab] middle
[Am] order.
Shark boils in a launder.
[G] Coffee, real mother [Ab] and daughter.
Puffing [Bb] the indica harder.
[N] I just fucked your bitch in the back of my 96 DeVille.
_ Whoa. _ _
Hey, bitch, I'm dead fresh.
I might pull up in a casket.
You be looking sweet like a fucking fruit basket.
Feel like
I'm Houdini when your sister let me smash it.
I dive up in the coochie handcuff for
ten [G] minutes.
_ Blindfolded, then escape.
That's magic, [Ab] bitch.
_ _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Ab] _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _