Behind The Wheel Chords by Blac Youngsta

[Intro]

[Verse]
B G B G
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                           B7                           
Realest nigga ever done it ■  all I did was keep it real
       E                                                          
I done loved the game so much to the point it turned me to a shell
          B                                                           
I've done been through so much shit but I barely talk 'bout how I feel
        E                                                          
You can put your life in my hand nigga if I'm ever behind the wheel
        B7                Bsus4           B                  
I'm the type to shoot you in your head if you ask me to kneel
        E                                 A7                        
'fore I bow down to a sucker I swear I'll hit you hit with the steel
      B                                                 
Won't never let no nigga bitch me out let's keep it real
E                                                     
'fore I let a nigga ho me hе gon' have to get his kill
B                                                       
Thеy actin' bitchmade I can tell they gossipin' for real
        E                                                              
You the type of bitch to probably get in your feelings 'bout some heels
B                                                 
Quick to cut a ho off quick to let that ho go live
Em                                                           
Quick to let that bitch go I'm so quick she can have the crib
      B                                                
I was quick enough to hop out on feet and go do a drill
      Em                                                           
Won't catch me puttin' in no work with a nigga they quick to squeal
B                                                       
Tryna get back to that pussy they do anything for a meal
        E                                                           
With me she say she want your soul you know you can't keep it sealed
       B                                                         
And of course they gon' speak down on you if you king of the hill
      E                                                     
I was sellin' propane robbin' killin' shit way 'fore my deal
        B                                                          
I'm the type to pull down take your shit even if they told me chill
     Em                                                   
Even if they told me Cool it that's my people let 'em live
     B7       B                   
Hrrt ■  All I did was keep it real
       E                                                          
I done loved the game so much to the point it turned me to a shell
          B                                                           
I've done been through so much shit but I barely talk about how I feel
        E                                                           
You can put your life in my hands nigga if I'm ever behind the wheel
        B7                                                   
I'm the type to shoot you in your head if you ask me to kneel
        E                                 E7                        
'fore I bow down to a sucker I swear I'll hit you hit with the steel
B7                                B                     
Won't never let no nigga bitch me out let's keep it real
Em                  E                                 
'fore I let a nigga ho me he gon' have to get his kill
B                                                        
'fore I let a nigga bitch me out I gotta get some getback
      E                                                       
Gotta murder you on the spot fuck that talk I hate to chitchat
      B                                                      
Got a Draco in my backpack I got two handguns they mismatched
  Em                                                                   
I tote the big racks when I fuck your bitch won't bring your bitch back
        B                                                         
How the fuck you lose your mind You textin' my phone 'bout a bitch
    E                                                                    
She too sprung on the dick she don't wanna leave they think she kidnapped
        B                                                         
Why the fuck she treat you like a boy but treat me like a big mack
        Em                                                    
He done ate the cizzat he got buttered up and ate some TicTacs
B                                                                        
That bitch gangster she fuck around take your life and take the kids back
Em                                                      
Robbin' shit I'm with that they keep tellin' me Sit back
B                                                    
I'm talkin' 'bout a lick you won't get your shit back
Em                                                     
I done been crossed out so many times I had to get back


[Chorus]
      B                 B7                                
All I did was kept it a hundred all I did was keep it real
       E                                                          
I done loved the game so much to the point it turned me to a shell
               B                                                      
I've done been through so much shit but I barely talk about how I feel
        Em               E                 Em                       
You can put your life in my hands nigga if I'm ever behind the wheel
    B7                    B                                  
I'm the type to shoot you in your head if you ask me to kneel
        E                                                           
'fore I bow down to a sucker I swear I'll hit you hit with the steel
B                                                       
Won't never let no nigga bitch me out let's keep it real
Em                                                    
'Fore I let a nigga ho me he gon' have to get his kill


[Outro]
B Em B Em
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