Chord Matt Hardy 999 by Trippie Redd feat Juice WRLD

Capo: 1st fret Verse 1: Trippie Redd & Juice WRLD Am Dm I just got a million bands today C F 'Bout to go and spend a bag, blow them bands today, yeah Am Dm 'Bout to spend a hundred grand today C F Lot of blue face hundreds, it's a blue band parade, yeah Am Dm Huh, grah, shooting out the Hummer today C F I'm in a bad mood, so I feel like dumping today, yeah Am Dm Bad move, I'ma dump at his face C F Keep the toolie by my side, feel like Ratchet & Clank, yeah Verse 2: Juice WRLD & Trippie Redd Am Shoot out the Wraith, stick up Dm I need everything in your safe, nigga C Huh, I'm with them gravediggers F We gon' dig your grave, nigga Am Huh, pop molly at the rave, nigga Dm Chains on me, no slave, nigga, huh C We've been in the cave, nigga F We done fucking made niggas Am Uh, take your chain, nigga Dm What the fuck you claim, nigga? C F 1400, 800, bitch, I'm talking gang, nigga Am We not the same, nigga Dm Big 14 Great Dane, nigga Verse 3: Juice WRLD C Fuck what you claim, nigga F Am Feel like the KKK, we kill you, then we hang niggas Dm Do that the same day C F Pull up in the all grey, black Mustang Am In the streets, I was hustling Dm Run up on me, gun busting N.C Uh, that's your best friend, that's my main thing Dm Em Uh, she give me titty, Tity Boi, 2 Chainz F Am Uh, get to the nitty-gritty, boy, new stains Dm Em Uh, pouring Prince up in my cup, no Purple Rain F Am I'm throwing bands, I'm throwing hands, and I ain't throwing shade Verse 4: Trippie Redd Dm Em Jumping out the Batcave just like Bruce Wayne F Kicking shit like Liu Kang Am My plug Palupé Dm Big racks on us do things Em Big blues, no clues, yeah F Your bitch like to choose, ayy Am But that's your boo, ain't it? Dm Em F Take a flick, uh, licky on my dick, uh Am Dm On my blick, uh, while I take a shit, uh Em F And a piss, uh, sing to that bitch like Kiss, uh Verse 5: Juice WRLD Am Oh, that's your bitch, huh? Dm R. Kelly, I may just piss on her Em Skrrt I'm in a 'Rari F Am You make me mad-mad, I may shoot up your party Dm Em That lil' bitch, she bad, but she fake, she a Barbie F But she still know to ride me like a fucking Harley Am Dm Em Asked me if I love her, I responded to her, "Hardly" Verse 6: Trippie Redd F Am Jumping off the top rope on that bitch like Matt Hardy Dm Em Why the fuck your pussy ass in here? This a gangster party F Am "What? What? What?" Like I'm Playboi Carti Dm Em Got my robe on in this bitch, it's a Playboy party F Am That bitch hella plastic, that bitch just like a Barbie Dm Em Playing games with all these hoes, bitch, just like Atari F Am Kicked up with my feet up, sipping Hennessey at a safari Dm Em With a bunch of white bitches, and they all like, "Trippie Redd, you gnarly" F Viral, iCarly Verse 7: Juice WRLD Am She on the webcam like Carly Dm That's your girl? I'm sorry Em She was off the molly F Am Uh, I'm in the trap, I'm whipping, I got your auntie on my dope Dm Em She told me she ain't have enough money for them rocks, my dick up in her throat F Am I'm going hard, LOL to the bank, no joke Dm Em You run up on me, you leaping froggy, you get croaked F Am Uh, huh, you know Outro Dm Em F Am x2