The Boys Are Back In Town Chords by Yung Gravy  &  Pouya  &  Ramirez  &  Trippy tha Kid

[Start]

[Intro]
G7 Ab7 G7 Ab7 G7 Ab7 G7 Ab7
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[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
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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
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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]
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