Immortal Chords by 21 Savage

[Intro]
N.C.                                               
Twentyone I feel like the motherfuckin' Grim Reaper
N.C.                    
The biggest smoke blower
                                        G
Put a motherfuckin' chimney on my stick ■


[Verse]
A7                    Am                           
■  Brand new MAKminus ninety with the drum attached
           A7                          
You a shit talker we got drums for that
                                  A7  
Tryna fist fight Boy you dumb for that
                                      A7  
You gon' get a bullet in yo' lung for that
A7                                
Draco get to kickin' like Liu Kang
A7                       
F&n on me in the Mulsanne
A7                              
Glock nineteen in the Blue Flame
      A7                                        
I was strapped when I slid inside your boo thang
Am                                  
Twentyone immortal we will never die
                                Am 
Loyal to my brothers I'll never lie
                                        F7 
Call me bird dog 'cause I cheat and I'm fly
Am                                     F7 
And I love winnin' I'm upset if it's a tie
Am                                              F7   
Get you off the ground just to knock you to the floor
Am                                     F7 
Let's go blow for blow let's go toe to toe
                  Am                           F7  
When it's time to battle they don't never ever show
                                                  A7  
When it's time to battle I'm the first one at the door
                   F7   
At the door with a Draco
A7                                          
Don't nobody move I don't wanna have to blow
                                     A7   
Rappin' ass niggas get spent at they shows
                                                   A7   
That's why I need some help I got a fetish for the smoke
                                                 A7 
It get fatal in the bottom used to rumble in the den
                                  A7 
Hit him with a combo gotta finish him
                                            A7  
Ak make you frown since you think you wanna grin
                                                A7  
Seems like all the models just be fallin' in my DM's
               Am                  F7       Am
Coolant on the TEC it get hot like Scorpion ■ 
                       Am    
I'll burn his ass lil' buster
                                                         F7      
You thought it was straight I got some chemicals in this magazine
Am            A7 
I'll perm his ass
                          A7       
Wanna be a gangsta but he misguided
A7                
I'll learn his ass
                                              A7        
He went against me and they call nine hundred and eleven
                        A7 
They had to infirm' his ass
                                  A7         
How many tops you done got popped Whole bunch
                                            A7      
How many times you ran from the smoke Nigga not once
               Am                         F7       
Eastside nigga fuckin' all the hoes and I love guns
                                                  Am         
Ain't no fucking diamonds in my mouth nigga these gold fronts
                A7                            Am  
And we known to handle all the business nigga ASAP
A7                                                      
Had her at the slaughterhouse how the fuck you cake that
                                              A7       
Ain't no body shots nigga you know I told him face that
                                              A7      
Now he in the ocean heard they hit him in his wave cap
                           A7       
You took your shot and you missed it
                          A7       
I just beat it up and you kissed it
                        A7       
Took the rap game and I milked it
                        Am       
Took the rap beef and I killed it
                           F7  
Neck on froze like SubZero dawg
Am                        F7  
He wifed a thot he a hero dawg
Am                            F7  
All I care about is my dinero dawg
Am                                F7     
Only thing I'm chasing is dineros ■  dawg
A7                           
Dreadheaded killer like Cyrax
F7        A7                          
Brought a gun to a fist fight like Jax
                                       F7 
Nah fuck that only thing scare me is a rat
               A7                                
Slaughter gang pick your poison dagger or the axe
                             A7  
Stand up guy they respect my mind
                             A7  
If you foul out get a TEC my nine
                                    A7  
If you ain't a hunnid don't text my line
                                      A7  
If you know you hatin' don't check my live
                                            F       
You know I'm Slaughter Gang so the smoke is immortal
Am                                             
Ain't nun' changed I'll slaughter your daughter
                                             F      
She said she was a dime but her friend was a quarter
Am                                                 A7    
I had a threesome then I flushed a rubber down the toilet
                                 F7     A7                         
She tried to give me head it was boring codeine got a nigga snoring
Bb7      A7                                    
I wonder if she would've slept with the poor me
A7                                  
Savage keep a Draco in the corn beef
A7                           
Choppa cut you up like Kitana
   A7                               
My choppa in the band it's a drummer
A7                                              
Russel Westbrook I was strikin' like the thunder
Am                                                   
You was somewhere runnin' round whinin' to your momma
Am                                         
Y'all play conservative we gon send a blitz
        Am                                          
I'm the type to catch a TEC foul hit him in his shit
Am                                        
He think he a made man hit him in the head
Am                                         
Don't you try to run now hit him in the leg
Am                                                 
People wanna say the stuff I say but they be scared
F7         A7                      
Jab turn a lightskin pretty boy red
F7              A7                     
It's a fatality if you try to handle me
F7                        A7                      
Real top shotta don't you ever try to ramp with me
A7                                                       
Got enough bullet that could kill your whole camp with me
A7                                                      
I was bad as hell in school they even tried to cancel me
A7                                                     
I don't like to talk don't you try to tongue wrestle me
                                               Am
And my block good you'll never get the best of me


[Chorus]
                                            F       
You know I'm Slaughter Gang so the smoke is immortal
Am                                             
Ain't nun' changed I'll slaughter your daughter
                                             F7     
She said she was a dime but her friend was a quarter
Am                A7                                     
I had a threesome then I flushed a rubber down the toilet
                                 F7     Am                         
She tried to give me head it was boring codeine got a nigga snorin'
A7                                           
I wonder if she woulda slept with the poor me
A7                                  
Savage keep a Draco in the corn beef


[End]