A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Numbers chords

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[Intro]

Em Bm

Em Bm

Em Bm

Em Bm

      We got London on da Track

 

[Chorus]

Em

You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin', it feel like a bus, but I'm whippin' the Wraith

Bm

Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way

Em

I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause I don't feel the pain

Bm

Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away

 

[Post-Chorus]

         Em

I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up

            Bm

And my lil' brother turned to a drummer. Walked him outside, now he got the llama

            Em

I took that Maybach where the J's at. Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers

               Bm

All my niggas know run up them numbers. Fuck it, run up them numbers

 

[Verse 1]

Em

Run up them numbers. OKC, you don't want no thunder

            Bm

The old Tracy McGrady, the one. OKC, you don't want no thunder, yeah

Em

Christian the sweater, Okay, Christian Dior the sweater

           Bm

The double R came with the umbrella

              B7

When I put the hoodie on, it get realer, yeah.

      Em

Put a hundred thousand in my Prada jeans. Got some little homies, got some prodigies

                 Bm

And I spent five hundred on Prada tees. Made it out the projects, poppin' overseas

                  Em

Shawty gave me sloppy toppy on the seat. I make some calls, you can't cop the fleet

               Bm                          B7

Gotta be an antisocial gangster 'cause the feds watchin' my tweets

 

 

[Chorus]

Em

You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin', it feel like a bus, but I'm whippin' the Wraith

Bm

Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way

Em

I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause I don't feel the pain

Bm

Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away

 

 

[Post-Chorus]

         Em

I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up

            Bm

And my lil' brother turned to a drummer. Walked him outside, now he got the llama

            Em

I took that Maybach where the J's at. Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers

               Bm

All my niggas know run up them numbers. Fuck it, run up them numbers

 

 

[Verse 2]

Em

Fuck it, I ran up the numbers, piped up like a plumber and sold all the bundles (Sold all the bundles)

Bm

I paid off the debt to your honor and went got some commas and commas and commas (Racks)

Em

You let it get to your head, yeah, I remember when you was a runner (You was a runner)

Bm

I heard you got snatched by the feds, yeah, say you willin' to tell 'em whatever (Yeah)

           Em

I still be killin' in projects, even though I been runnin' them numbers up

             Bm

They used to tell me I'm not next, I'm like look at me now, I'm in front of them

           Em

And I just hope you never set me up, my lifestyle too irregular

                 Bm

And I don't know how I'ma trust again, I swear

     B7

Audemars might fuck up your eyes, yeah

  Em

I bust down a piece of the pie, yeah. I wanna speed off in a Cayenne (Speed off in a Cayenne)

Bm

I got a cup full of Hi-Tech. Have a pool party with the posse (Pool party with the posse)

Em

We be the talk of the topic. These fuck niggas don't where the drop at (Uh)

           Bm

They won't want us ridin' in the drophead. And he mad that my bitch got a Masi'

 

 

[Chorus]

Em

You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin', it feel like a bus, but I'm whippin' the Wraith

Bm

Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way

Em

I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause I don't feel the pain

Bm

Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away

 

 

[Post-Chorus]

         Em

I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up

            Bm

And my lil' brother turned to a drummer. Walked him outside, now he got the llama

            Em

I took that Maybach where the J's at. Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers

               Bm

All my niggas know run up them numbers

B7

Fuck it, run up them numbers

 

[outro]

Em Bm

Em Bm

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