The Boys Are Back In Town Chords by Yung Gravy & Pouya & Ramirez & Trippy tha Kid
- Key: Eb
- BPM: 78
- Capo: no capo
PULSO FUERTE
THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN ACORDES
[Start] [Intro] G7 Ab7 G7 Ab7 G7 Ab7 G7 Ab7 ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ [Verse] D7 Ayy bitch I'm dead fresh I might pull up in a casket D7 You be lookin' sweet like a fuckin' fruit basket Ab7 Spit a couple raps I get a check and Johnny Cash it Ab7 I smash it I let your mama rock my sunglasses Ab7 Don't think nobody gonna fuck with me like I do Ab7 Look at me killin' it motherfuckers always talkin' but dammit I'm high too Ab7 That means I don't give a fuck Ab7 Yeah I wanna stunt Ab7 I make your salary thrice in a month Ab7 I pay your daddy to roll up my blunts Ab7 And he blow your allowance to pay for my lunch Fm Ab You ain't with the shits you ain't with the shits you ain't with the shits G7 You ain't with the shits Ramirez with your bitch Ab7 Ride in the back of the truck with the pump with a mask covering my face G7 Double the Glock 'cause I rip through the flesh Ab7 Inside of the Cutty with thing on my waist G7 Kick in the door point me to the safe Ab7 Fuckin' the posters up with all the bass Ab7 Heatseeking missiles I load up and hit you Ab7 I carry the coffin and drop it in grave Db7 Ab7 Db Ab7 You ain't with the shits you ain't with the shits you ain't with the shits Ab7 You ain't with the shits Pouya with your bitch Ab7 I'm in my zone I'm in my element that's daily regiment D7 I'm pullin' up to Gravy's mama's house with perfect etiquette lil' bitch D7 Lil' bitch fuck that Ab7 They been tryna kill me 'cause my bucks fat G7 Ab7 My new bitch so thick that I got lost up in the buttcrack G7 I'm ready to give my guns back Ab7 Hop back in the ring and I run that Ab7 Rid of them off that love pack Ab7 I'm 'bout to be gettin' my funds back Ab7 Smokin' up on that swamp sack Ab7 Cut back in the 'Lac off the Prozac Ab7 Pimpin' these bitches I'm breakin' 'em off as they hangin' up off my nutsack Ab7 Baby bone got a bone to pick with you yeah Ab7 Hold up Ricky Bobby I'm jacked up on Mountain Dew yeah G7 Fm You ain't with the shits you ain't with the shits you ain't with the shits G7 You ain't with the shits Trippy with your bitch Ab7 Mozzarella marinara G7 Put that shit up on my pasta Ab7 I just got the Panamera uh Ab7 Only flexing 'cause I gots to G7 Ab7 Bought some dope and made it water G7 Shark Boy Taylor Lautner Ab7 Come for your mother and daughter Ab7 Puffin' the indica harder Bb7 I just fucked your bitch in the back of my 'ninetysix DeVille Bb7 Ayy bitch I'm dead fresh I might pull up in a casket Bb7 You be lookin' sweet like a fuckin' fruit basket Bb7 Feel like I'm Houdini when your sister let me smash it Bb7 I dive up in the coochie handcuffed for ten minutes Bb7 Blindfolded then escape that's magic Bitch [Outro] Ab Cm Ab Cm Ab ■ ■ ■ ■ ■