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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Yung Gravy, Pouya, Ramirez, Trippy tha Kid - The Boys Are Back In Town (Audio) chords
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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]
Key:  
Ab
134211114
G
2131
D
1321
Bb
12341111
F
134211111
Ab
134211114
G
2131
D
1321
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To learn Yung Gravy, Pouya, Ramirez, Trippythakid - The Boys Are Back In Town chords, these are the chords to practise in sequence: G, Ab and G. A strategic approach would be to train at 77 BPM initially, and then accelerate to the song's tempo of 154. Adapt the capo setting considering your vocal range, with reference to the key: C Minor.

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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] _ _ _ _

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