Weeks Ukulele(Easy) Chords by Kevin Gates

Weeks Track Info

Chords Info

  • Tuning: Standard(EADGBE)
  • Key: Eb minor
  • Chords: Ebm, B
[Intro]

Ebm B Ebm B

 

[Chorus]
Ebm B
I ain't took my chains off in weeks
Ebm B
If I tuck it, they gon' try to kill me anyway
Ebm B
And I'm prayin'to the god of the streets (God of the streets)
Ebm B
Way too big to be discreet anyway
       Ebm                    B                               
Hope I fly on the arms of my niggas (Arms of my niggas)
Ebm B
Wonder why my heart cold, nigga soul got the shivers
Ebm B
Baby, I ain't took my chains off in weeks (Off in weeks)
Ebm B
Love that shit too big to be discreet (To be discreet)

[Verse1]
Ebm B

He tried to set me up in Dallas, broke into his own car (Hahahaha)
Ebm B
He not knowin' that I'm psychic, and I glow in the dark
Ebm B
Lied on us while in Houston, we got throwed in the cross
Ebm B
Sidestepping 'fore he could set me, punch a hole in my heart (Ha)
         Ebm                  B                      
Cold quarantine game, I looked over your flaws
Ebm B
Big god, sellin' raw and I'm controllin' the cost (Ugh)
Ebm B
Diamonds on my neck, that's a symbol of success
Ebm B
Run you up check, you gon' die for your respect
   Ebm                         B                         
Cautious who you entertain, they could be a threat
Ebm B
Out of pocket, pull up brrrr on you, leave you somewhere stretched (Stretched)
Ebm B
Artificial dealers, all my visions then got clearer
Ebm B
I cross one in the mirror, I'm gon' feel it in my spirit (Ooh)

[Chorus]
Ebm B
I ain't took my chains off in weeks
Ebm B
If I tuck it, they gon' try to kill me anyway
Ebm B
And I'm prayin' to the god of the streets (God of the streets)
Ebm
Way too big to be discreet anyway
        Ebm                    B                              
Hope I fly on the arms of my niggas (Arms of my niggas)
Ebm B
Wonder why my heart cold, nigga soul got the shivers
Ebm B
Baby, I ain't took my chains off in weeks (Off in weeks)
Ebm B
Love that shit too big to be discreet (To be discreet)

[Post-Chorus]
Ebm B
G-Wag', G-Wag', big bag, big bag
Ebm
C-note, C-note
B
Brr-brr, so much machine smoke

[Verse2]
Ebm B Ebm
Ooh only ones that ride beside me are the ones willin' to die
though
B Ebm
Now I keep it underwater, just let it breathe
B
Right there
            Ebm                            
Just got this brand new thing, grrrah
B
And then exchange when the shots fired
Ebm
Reportin' live with the Glock . bBy the Southside (Well, what up? Well)
     Ebm                           B                           
Recordin' live, bitch I'm in the studio right now (Money 'bout)
Ebm B
In Carolina, you could pull up on me right now (Pull up on me right now)
EbmB
We outside, yeah, ayy
Ebm
Hol' up, pour up (You dig?)
B
I glisten hard, my earrings, dawg

Ebm                     B                                            
This for Mazzi, Rollie, I never take my chain off (Chain off)
Ebm B
Never talkin', I give that, already take your brain off (Brain off)
Ebm B
Quarter milli' glist', then I wiped it on my wrist
Ebm B
He be shootin' shots at Brasi but his posture not like this, bitch

[Chorus]
Ebm B
I ain't took my chains off in weeks
Ebm B
If I tuck it, they gon' try to kill me anyway
Ebm B
And I'm prayin' to the god of the streets

(God of the streets)

Ebm
Way too big to be discreet anyway
        Ebm                    B                              
Hope I fly on the arms of my niggas

(Arms of my niggas)

Ebm B
Wonder why my heart cold, nigga soul got the shivers
Ebm B
Baby, I ain't took my chains off in weeks

(Off in weeks)

Ebm B
Love that shit too big to be discreet

(To be discreet)
[Post- Chorus]

G-Wag', G-Wag', big bag, big bag

C-note, C-note

Brr-brr, so much machine smoke

G-Wag', G-Wag', big bag, big bag

C-note, C-note

Brr-brr, so much machine smoke

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