UKA UKA Chords by Trippie Redd

[Verse]
Gb7                                            A7
■   Yeah Big fourteen know what the fuck goin' on
G        Gb7                  
Yeah Ooh ■   said I made y'all
       Gb7                            
So how could I be mad that ain't y'all
A7                          
Same reason why I hate y'all
G                                       
Hop up in this 'Rari then I race off aye


[Chorus]
Gb7                        
Do the dash in this racecar
                                             A7 
Got the Pistol Pete on me is this a face off aye
       A7                     
Better say your damn grace dog
B7                                            Gb7
Blind in reality just like you're Ray Charles aye
                 Gb7                
Aye I don't want no more pressure no
           A7                  
Don't want no more pressure noo
           G                   
Don't want no more pressure ahh


[Verse]
           Gb7                 
Don't want no more pressure ahh
           Gb7                 
Don't want no more pressure ahh
           A7                    G
Don't want no more pressure ahha ■
Gb7                                           
■   Aye fuck your bitch and hit my fucking dab
Gb7                                     
Aye choppers by my side you know it clap
A7              Em7        
Like your bitch ass big bag
Em                        Em 
Big cash and I tote a big gat
Gb7                                  
Aftermath I been dressed in all black
        Gb7       
Got the black mask
                                   A7       
I'll pull it out the motherfucking black bag
              A7      
Yeah and drop your ass
                              Gb7        
Bang bang lil' nigga you left in the past
                  Gb7                
Ooh aye son these niggas I'm your dad
                          A7           
Big racks on my body baby got this cash
                                     A7     
Pray these goofy niggas really goin' out sad


[Chorus]
                 A7                   Gb7           
Give these pussy niggas hell like I'm Johnny Gat ooh
                Gb7         
Swear I want no pressure noo
                A7          
Swear I want no pressure noo
                         Bm 
Swear I want no pressure noo
                Gb7         
Swear I want no pressure noo
             Gb7            
Swear I want no pressure noo


[Verse]
Gb7             A7          
Swear I want no pressure noo
                G       
Swear I want no pressure
Gb7                                         
■   Aye are you niggas really from the field
Gb7                                    
Or are you niggas really from the Hills
A7                                       
I got a mob of niggas coming by the mills
G                                   A7                                  Gb7 
They'll shoot your ass down boy for one thousand four hundred kills for real
          Gb7                    
I'm tryna find your fuckin' chill
             Gb7                         
I'm off this Actavis I'm tryna pop a seal
A7                                          
I don't do Xannies baby no don't do no pills
         G                                                       Gb7
I'm just smokin' on dope baby just thumbin' through the mills so ill


[Outro]
G Gb7 A7 G A7 Gb7 A7
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