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Is What It Is Chords by Lil Durk

  • Key: Gm
  • BPM: 74
  • Capo: no capo

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IS WHAT IT IS ACORDES

[Start]

[Intro]

[Verse]
Gm Ebmaj7 Gm                                        
        Fresh up out of bed got a call he was dead
Eb                                           
It is what it is fuck 'em all we ain't scared
Gm                                                 
Back back to that shit we hit it all with some fear
   Eb                     
He said that he ain't tell
        Eb                   
What he said ain't gon' stick
Gm                        
Fly in then you don't fuck
             Gm                     
Then I'm not paying for your expense
  Eb                      
I told him order that Benz
                                 Eb 
But send in back up it ain't the kin
Gm                       
Niggas stick your hand in
Gm                       
Always ask for a hand out
    Eb                        
I'm fucking up with my backend
  Eb                           
I walk in Chanel and I cash out
            Gm   
I need that check
                                                Eb   
I need that check I need that check I need that check
                                          Gm   
I need that check I need that I need that check
                                                Eb   
I need that check I need that check I need that check
                                                Gm   
I need that check I need that check I need that check
            Gm             
I need that check right now
                                    Eb  
I'm in the stu' off the X right now yeah
           Eb           
Rolling on air right now
Eb                                 
Fuck around text their ex right now
Gm                        
You not so tough right now
                                     Eb
You in my city you a guest right now uh
               Eb             
We ain't gonna talk about drip
                                     Gm   
I'm in Chanel you in Guess right now pussy
          Gm                
I hit the road for the shows
     Gm                                    
Just run up gon' bring their poles with 'em
Eb                           
A lot of these niggas so lame
      Eb                                       
Don't pull up you ain't got your loads with 'em
Gm                                      
These bitches be playing with their nose
  Gm                                
I pull up with a bag of Cole Bennett
Eb                        
I pull up on Izzy for gold
Eb                               
Fiftyfivek for some gold pendants
Gm                             
I'm selling drugs to my tenants
      Gm                                          
Broke niggas always try to come with opinions yeah
Eb                                  
Riding through the city in a Bentley
              Eb                                      
Could've been tinted Chanel but I want that Bentley uh
Gm                                         
Turn up realest nigga that you've come upon
Eb                            
Free Ralo he run up a marathon
Eb                      
Good gas like a Marathon
Gm                                
Killing shit with their hazards on
Gm                              
A fresh twenty just to add it on
Eb                            
I put twenty in my Rag & Bones
               Eb            
Type of shit I be bragging on
Gm                              
Make a call put a ratchet on you
Gm                                   
You a goofy they gon' stash it on you


[Chorus]
Eb                                
You ain't gang don't ask for money
   Eb              
Ot they tax to join
Gm                                        
Fresh up out of bed got a call he was dead
Eb                                           
It is what it is fuck 'em all we ain't scared
Gm                                                 
Back back to that shit we hit it all with some fear
   Eb                     
He said that he ain't tell
        Eb                   
What he said ain't gon' stick
Gm                        
Fly in then you don't fuck
             Gm                     
Then I'm not paying for your expense
  Eb                      
I told him order that Benz
                                 Gm 
But send in back up it ain't the kin
                  Gm     
Niggas stick your hand in
Gm                       
Always ask for a hand out
    Eb                        
I'm fucking up with my backend
  Eb                           
I walk in Chanel and I cash out
            Gm   
I need that check
                                                Eb   
I need that check I need that check I need that check
                                          Gm   
I need that check I need that I need that check
                                                Eb   
I need that check I need that check I need that check
                                                Gm   
I need that check I need that check I need that check


[Verse]
                Gm           
I'm standing on Cali with CCs
                                        Gm   
Gotta watch out 'cause they shooting up FEFEs
Eb                                                
They told me don't go without being 'round killers
                                 Gm 
'cause killers be watching these VVS
               Gm                        
You think he a killer but his ass a goofy
                         Gm     
I heard he be riding the weewees
Eb                        
His lil' bitch be tripping
                                                   Eb       
She ask for some Gucci but she know she get on her kneeknees
Gm                                     Eb  
Audemars bust it down thirty I bust it down
       Eb                    
Niggas won't lower the pounds
                                              Gm   
You vouching for clowns you can't come around pussy
                                                      Eb    
Nowadays niggas fight these niggas gon' pull out cell phones
                                                          Gm  
Nowadays when we fight my niggas gon' pull out a nail gun yeah
             Gm                                
One call for raw beef they tryna nail something
Eb                        
Don't condone the violence
           Eb                                                  
But if you gon' nail him nail him 'cause they'll tell something
Gm                        
No threats on the internet
                                 Gm  
I told my guys don't go way into that
Eb                                     
Next time don't have your kids with you
               Eb                     
I'ma tell lil' folks to go finish that
Gm                    
Go get the Bentley MAC
            Gm                     
I nut on my bitch with a pretty ass
        Eb                             
You not right there where you really at
           Eb                               
I'm on the Lam' with three hundred guys yeah
Gm                    
You not a street nigga
Gm                                     
You see a shootout you gon' get excited
Eb                    
You not a street nigga
                                                  Gm  
Instagram watch your murder you gon' get indicted yeah
    Gm                
Now my page on private
                Eb    
Now my phone on silent
        Eb                       
I ain't tryna answer no questions
                  Gm      
I don't know what happened
    Gm                               
All I know is he was capping tripping
                         Eb          
Calling my phone telling his business
  Eb                               
I don't wanna hear 'bout no killing
                                     Gm     
And you ain't one of them niggas who killing
                Gm                        
Fresh up out of bed got a call he was dead


[Chorus]
Eb                                           
It is what it is fuck 'em all we ain't scared
Gm                                                 
Back back to that shit we hit it all with some fear
   Eb                     
He said that he ain't tell
        Eb                   
What he said ain't gon' stick
Gm                        
Fly in then you don't fuck
             Gm                     
Then I'm not paying for your expense
  Eb                      
I told him order that Benz
                                 Gm 
But send in back up it ain't the kin
                  Gm     
Niggas stick your hand in
Gm                       
Always ask for a hand out
Eb                            
I'm fucking up with my backend
  Eb                           
I walk in Chanel and I cash out
            Gm   
I need that check
                                                Eb   
I need that check I need that check I need that check
                                          Gm   
I need that check I need that I need that check
                                                Eb   
I need that check I need that check I need that check
                                                Gm    Eb Gm Ebmaj7
I need that check I need that check I need that check          


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