AUNTIE LIVING ROOM - NLE Choppa, guitar chords

Published: 2024-01-15 16:16
Selection chords: Ethan Cooper

Intro:
Dm Am Bb
(Mack House Entertainment)
Mhm, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ay, look we ainʼt no t—
Ayo this Go hard
(We love you, Perc)
For real now, uh, yeah, yeah
Back to the basics, yeah, mhm
I changed my ways, mhm, yeah, yeah
Back to the basics, yeah, mhm, come on
I changed my ways, mhm, yeah, yeah
Get back to the basics, yeah, mhm
They changed on us, ayy, ayy, brrt

Verse:
Dm
A whole lot of swishers and dracs (On God)
Am
Pull on this street, you ainʼt makinʼ it out
Bb
Nigga, you know how we play? (Know how we play?)
Makinʼ that bed, he gonʼ lay in that bed
Dm
No resurrecting from the dead, uh (Nah)
Am
Fresh as hell if thе feds lookinʼ
Bb
Fresh as hell if thе feds watchinʼ
Twenty on his head, good profit

Dm
What that is? Thatʼs another body, uh
Am
Pray to the Lord that we get that lilʼ boy
Bb
I repented, and penned (Come on), and he penned some more (Ah-hah)
Sent a lot of costs, and took a lot of losses
Dm
But that shit made me a boss, so yeah
Am
Heard what he said? We leavinʼ him red (Brrt)
Bb
Mechanical Choppa, a whole lot of lead (Brrt, brrt )
Ride for my dawg like a ped, yeah

Chorus:
Dm             Am     Bb
Children are cryinʼ, people are dyinʼ
Dm             Am     Bb
Children are cryinʼ, people are dyinʼ
Dm                          Am        Bb
They died in the streets, they got no place to sleep
Dm             Am      Bb
Children are cryinʼ, people are dyinʼ
   Bb
Ayy, ayy (Letʼs Do it, brrt)

Verse:
Rock out with this stick, no, Iʼm keepinʼ my metal (Keepinʼ my metal)
7.62, out of the devil (Out of the devil)
Gun in this car got a hunnid or better (Hunnid or better)
Choosinʼ the Glock and neglectinʼ Barettaʼs (Neglectinʼ Barettaʼs)
How you gonʼ step to a stepper?
We robbinʼ the robbers and killinʼ the killers, etcetera (Bang)
Put my shooter on the pedestal (Come on)
Hollow tip, eat them like an edible, edible (Come on, come on), oh
Same gun that I kill bro with (Brrt)
Step on niggas like dog shit (Brrt)
Ion need me a condom, got a raw bitch (Raw bitch)
Fuck the police, we ainʼt saw shit (We ainʼt saw shit)
I was just laid back chillinʼ, they made me a villain
I put yo niggas in position (Mhm)
Said: "I couldn’t come back to the hood"
In my auntieʼs living room chillinʼ, makinʼ millions
Rolls Truck, half a ticket, parked outside in the trenches, nigga, no fixinʼ
Post it up, shirt off with a glizzy
This the life that we dream, just cheerinʼ
He said, what? (Ah), dead crickets (Yeah)
Pasted in lead, nigga, we canʼt kick it (Nah)
Blood on my hands, nigga, lickinʼ KFC chicken
We whippinʼ birds in the kitchen

Chorus:
Children are cryinʼ (They cry for real), people are dyinʼ (Nigga die for real)
Children are cryinʼ (They mama too), people are dyinʼ (Dead for real)
They die in the streets (They die in the streets)
They got no place to sleep (They got no place to sleep)
Children are cryinʼ (They cry for real), people are dyinʼ (I said they dyinʼ for real)

Verse:
No button on hip, this a built-in switch (Brrt, brrt)
At a nigga door like ding dong ditch (Come here)
Twin Glocks on me, Lilo and Stitch (For real)
He ainʼt my homie, Iʼd Melly that bitch (Hah)
Thatʼs like how life goes, you live and you die (Die)
Smile or cry, win, lose, or a tie (Tie)
Iʼm the same guy, all-white
Hit it right on the nose, nigga play a fly

Outro:
Mhm
Ayy, look man, just free Teevo, too
We back on yʼall nigga ass
Man just gave him a honey bun like a fat kid
You know what it is?
Ha, ha, ha, yeah
Come on, baby
Children are cryinʼ, people are dyinʼ
Children are cryinʼ, people are dyinʼ
They die in the streets, they got no place to sleep