P's & Q's Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Dm]
[E][F][Am][F][E][Em][Dm][D]
[Dm]

[Verse 1]
[Am]Your [Dm]P's your [D]Q's,
your [Dm]P's your Q's
[Am]Your [Dm]P's y[D]our Q's,
your [C]P's [Dm]your [Am]Q's
[Dm]Got P's,[D] got Q's,
got [C]P's, got [D]Q's
[Dm]Got [Am]P's, [Dm]got Q[D]'s,
what the fuck [Dm]you playin' [Am]on now?
[Dm]Zilla, a[Am]ll gas, no black in my mouth[E]
Cat [Em]piss by the pound,
[D]niggas know the pack is loud
I [Am]got to knock em down like Pacquiao
[E]Lookin' for a holly berry [D]higher
the Atlas [Am]cloud
Vegas nights cause my paper right
[E]Boss niggas shakin' dice
[D]under Vegas lights
[Am]It's all a game [E]of life,
you gotta [Am]play it right
[E]I'm like [Em]Mike, tak[D]in' flight,
nigga, day and night
Carti[Dm]er, w[Am]ood frame[E]s, 24k
Dom Perignon, black [Dm]bottle, [D]boy, rosé
[Dm]Roll the [Am]lot,
paper[E]s with the road [Am]tray
[E]Cush[F] io[E]n, no chicken[D], chicken chipotle
The [Dm]scopes say [Am]we winn[E]in',
you niggas los[Am]in'[F]
It's [E]all gas, no [D]brakes,
you niggas cruisin'
[Dm]Sleep [Am]for the week,
[E]you niggas [Am]snooz[Dm]in'
[F]I got these bitches c[E]hoosin',
[D]OG in my [Am]Cuban
[Dm]Your [D]peas, your cubes,
your peas, your cubes
[Am]Your [Dm]peas, [D]your cubes,
your [C]peas, your [Am]cube[D]s[Am]
[F]Got [Dm]peas[D], got cubes,
got [C]peas, [Am]got [D]cubes
[Am]Got [Dm]peas,[D] got cubes,
what the fuck [Dm]you wanna [D]do?
[Am]Hold up, n[D]igga, [Am]droppin' mixtapes,
never paid the bill[E]s
I'm makin' Skrill, Gor[D]illaz,
Royce, and Layton feel
[Dm]Them sacred [Am]hills,
got boss niggas who makin' meals
[E]I'm tryna take [Em]a field tri[D]p,
boy, let's make [Dm]a deal
This [Am]spindle wheel's a fortune,
[E]and them Porsche's
sittin' on forges
[Am]Turbos, [E]500 [D]horses
Smokey the [Am]bear,
my stick full of that [E]forest
[Am]This[E] outdoor shit got the shad
[D]ow lookin' so gorgeous
[Am]Yo, OG shadow, that's for the dabbers
[E]That new wave is dope, [D]man,
it's for the trappers
Everybody [Am]talkin' the same thing,
it don't matter
When [E]I pull out the hammer,
[D]they screamin',
Erica, Dabra, [Am]Blacka, Massa,
Cushion, and Cigarello
[E]Back in the ghetto,
we [D]had to mix, call it camello
To ride [Am]dirty with 30 pecs
in back of the Merro [E]Like Meek Mill to reach [D]mills,
my nigga, it's [Am]levels[Dm]
[D]Your peas, your cubes,
your peas, your cube[C]s[D][Am]
[Dm]Your [D]peas, your cubes,
your [C]peas, your cube[D]s[Dm][Am][Dm]
Got [D]peas, got cubes, got peas, got [C]cubes
[D]Got[C] P'[Am]s, g[Dm]ot Q'[D]s,
what the fuck [C]we [D]flame [Am]on, nig[D]ga?
Guess [Am]we slidin' through
Eureka with the reefer
Up [E]there, I get em' cheap[Em]er,
[D]Jay Pine, Khalifa
Get into [Am]the trap, then set it off, Latifah
This [E]is real life, [Em]man,
[D]quarterbacks and receivers
Touchdowns [Am]and sacks,
Hail Marys and run plates
[E]Football Sunday, no, I'm Mickey Monday
[D]Next day air[Am],
they pick em' up on the runway
[E]Bible in my hands,
don't [D]give a nigga that gunplay
Gas, [Am]got that 91 up,
an[E]d it's strictly for my nig[Em]gas
like [D]that 91 pockets
Chopper got [Am]a nose like the 91[E] sho[Am]t,
out [E]the whole hundred rounds,
gave [D]em 91 shots, bang
Crop season [Am]niggas lookin' for a reason,
it's [E]Thanksgiving, I bring it to the [D]table,
niggas eatin'
Crop season [Am]niggas lookin' for a reason
to [F]start squeezin'
an[E]d leave one of you [D]fuck niggas bleedin' I play [Am]silver[C][F][D][C]
[D][Am][F][Dm][D]
[C][D][Am][Dm][D]
[C][D][Am][D]
[C][Em][Em]
Take it over my brother, take it over
Take it over my brother, take it over