Intro
F Em A5 A5
F Am Am
[Chorus]
F Am
So long, boy you so gone
Am
You gonna learn not to fuck with me
Am
(Don't bring it around here)
Am
We don't play no games and if you wanna go to war
F
There ain't nothing to say (Don't bring it around here)
[Verse]
Am
What the fuck wrong with that boy, get him, I ain't got time to be toyin' with 'em
Am
When a shotgun hit 'em, then he gonna go
F
He gonna know not to fuck with me no more, Can't breathe no more
Am
Throw that bitch in the back of the truck
Am
And we gonna go dump you somewhere, So deep that even we don't know
F Am
We ridin', you ridin' with us or you gon' get ran over
Am
When I say we ridin' I ain't talkin' Range Rover
Am
Lifted up trucks give a fuck about a boulder
A5
Shotgun in the rack hangin' right above my shoulder
F Am
Poster with your face on it
Am
Face it, these bullets hit you in the face, Fuck your shit up more than braces
Am
Ammo come in by the cases, Have you leanin' like the Matrix
Am
Why you're family settin' up the wake and all they sayin' is (Sayin' is)
[Chorus]
F Am
So long, boy you so gone
Am
You gonna learn not to fuck with me (Don't bring it around here)
Am Am
We don't play no games and if you wanna go to war
Am
There ain't nothing to say (Don't bring it around here)
F Am
So long, boy you so gone
Am
You gonna learn not to fuck with me (Don't bring it around here)
Am
We don't play no games
Am
And if you wanna go to war, There ain't nothing to say (Don't bring it around here)
[Verse 2]
F Am
Are you still talkin' shit, huh
Am
You won't go away, just like a hiccup, Bitch I hit you I promise you won't get up
F Am
Get out my hair, don't bring that shit around here, boy, leave it be
Am
Or you're gonna see the bottom of a fuckin' creek, RIP
F Am
Yea, Bubba, bad motherfucker tires smokin' burnin' rubber
Am
Dirt and mud we got you covered, Bitch I put you six feet under
F Am
Pistol underneath my seat,I go to war, you go to sleep
A
And I know that you heard of me
N.C.
Hell yea, hell yea
F Am
Th-th-that boy A-Cal with a 50 cal, I'm in your town and run that shit, yee yee
Am
Don't play around, I'll lay you down, Should've known boy not to fuck with me
E Am
Should've know better not to throw with 'em, Have you runnin' back like Jerome Bettis
A
I'll light you up with that hot lead
A5
Then dump you off in the cold river
F Am
I don't give a fuck, no fear, Crack your head then a cold beer
Am
You ain't known here, don't go there, Get dumped on a dirt road here
E Am
Got a 12 gauge, I'm well paid, Bought lots of bullets, put you front page
A
Them headlines, you dead
Am
I'm doing just fine, while the papers sayin'
[Chorus]
F Am
So long, boy you so gone
Am
You gonna learn not to fuck with me (Don't bring it around here)
Am
We don't play no games and
Am
If you wanna go to war, There ain't nothing to say (Don't bring it around here)
F Am
So long, boy you so gone
Am
You gonna learn not to fuck with me (Don't bring it around here)
Am
We don't play no games and
Am F
If you wanna go to war, There ain't nothing to say (Don't bring it around here)
[Outro]
Am Am
F
Don't bring it around here
Am Am
F
Don't bring it around here
Am Am Am E5
- 1. Chord Gitar Adam Calhoun - Round Here Kunci Dasar - Chords.id (Nada Dasar G)
- 2. Ganti Chord Gitar Adam Calhoun - Round Here Kunci Dasar - Chords.id (Nada Dasar G)
- 3. Author Lagu Andra Ramadhan