Forza Freestyle Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[D]Yeah, [Bm]I sw[D]itch up my hoes,
I switch up my flows
[C]These backends, these [D]rolls, [Bm]yeah
[D]Yeah, I pull up in Ghost
I'm racin' like Forza,
fuckin' the [C]road— [D](Bitch)[Bm][D]
[C]Ghetto Fab', Ghetto Fab', Ghetto
[D]Fab'
(Thanks Zuko)

[Verse 2]
[D]Yeah, I switch up my hoes,
I switch up my flows
[G]These backends, these [D]rolls, [Bm]yeah
[D]Yeah, I pull up in Ghost
I'm racin' like Forza,
fuckin' the road up
Touch down, hit my partner,
"What's the word?"
Ho come second but
Amiri come in first
I don't talk, [Bm]shh,
[D]I don't gotta say a word
Ice show shinin' on my
neck like "Brr"
Yeah, yeah,
partner caught a [Eb]body
[D]He rollin' off molly,
least I know he got me
I just fold this bitch up, just like origami
I know she a bop, I need lip,
lil' shawty top [Bm]me
[D]I don't rock [G]CDG (No), 'less
it's [D]Homme Plus
Ho platinum feedin' me
[C](Le[D]' go)
They tryna see me eat,
watchin' like a DVD (Le' go, [C]le' go)
My [Bm]whole crew crazy,
tearin' [G]up [D]the street[C]s
I [D]don't wanna see lil' baby,
fuck her through the sheets (Fuck 'er through the sheets)
I won't fold on none my niggas,
they won't fold on me (Fold on none my niggas)
I might finger fuck a check,
or I might watch it bleed (Bleed)
Racks came in quick as hell,
[A]it was too damn [D]easy [C](Too damn fuckin' easy)
These hoes just want a [G]Birkin,
[D]just [G]want CC, they tryna [D]slime me
We rollin' dope, we rollin' off of X,
feel like a zombie
I'm havin' motion and I'm
havin' racks like Kalankaski
My cousin [C]crazy, he'll [D]cut your head off,
[Bm]you cannot breathe

[Verse 3]
Yeah, my [Bm]foot on these [D]niggas neck
Yeah, my foot on these niggas neck
Yeah, my foot on these niggas
[Bm]neck (Yeah, go)
[D]Yeah, I'm three Percs in, I'm set
Yeah, I'm three [Bm]Percs in, I'm set
Yeah, I'm T'd up to the [C]max

[Verse 4]
[C]Yeah, yeah, [D]I'm the one poppin' the lock,
yeah
I'm the one pull out that Bentley, I ride out the lot and made that ho chop,
yeah (Skrrt- skrrt)
Cuffin' that ho, she a thot, she throwin' the top,
she givin' the box, yeah (Skrrt- skrrt, skrrt- skrrt)
Got it on lock, I'm breakin' the lock, my pockets full of them knots,
yeah (Skrrt- skrrt, skrrt- skrrt)
Won't even bag the bitch,
a badder bitch keep hittin' my line, yeah
I'm on some savage shit,
that Gen4 Glock 29, yeah
I'm like a cavity, I'm up in her mouth,
I nut in her eye, yeah
Two Gen5's, Chase Rambo,
I'm on fire, what (I'm on fire, I'm on fire)
[Bm]Shh, [D]I don't know nothing 'bout that
[Bm]case [D](Sh[Bm]–shh)
[D]Racks comin' in and out of state
I'm in court,
[C]I got [D]tha[Bm]t— (Shh)
Blowin' dope [D]twelve pounds of kush
[C][D][Bm][D]
.556, .223's, MAC- 11, K's, nigga
That's your wife, she on me,
I ain't even gon' stay with her
I won't play with you,
I'll make shawty lick it up
Molly Santana, I'm on yeah,
yeah

[Outro 1]
Ghetto Fab', GF
[D]