This is the chord progression of New by Young Thug ft. 21 Savage on Piano, Guitar, Ukulele and Keyboard.

[Intro: Young Thug]
C#m A#m
Yea
C#m A#m
C#m A#m
C#m A#m C#m A#m
Thugger, 21
C#m A#m
Let\’s get it
C#m A#m
E A#m
Hold on, hold on, hold on

[Chorus: Young Thug]
C#m               A#m                         C#m                         A#m
Used to be dead down (broke), hop out the jet now (the jet)
C#m             A#m             C#m                         A#m
We don\’t play radio, Funkmaster Flex, now (flex)
C#m                         A#m                         C#m                                     A#m
I just got a new foreign, \’bout to go park the \’Vette now (facts)
C#m                         A#m                                     C#m                         A#m
And I got the dawgs with me (woo), yeah, better call the vet now (hey)
C#m                         A#m                         C#m                                     A#m
I want some inside head now (head), \’bout to call my bitch now (head)
C#m             A#m                         C#m                                                 A#m
I got a Harley Davidson now (skrra), \’bout to pin a T-Rex down (yeah, yeah)
C#m                         A#m                         C#m                         A#m
I do the whip, no eggs now (woah), I got chips and VICs now (woah)
C#m                                     A#m
\’Bout to Liu Kang kick it now (woo)
C#m                         A#m                         C#m
\’Bout to chop it with machete now, now, now

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
A#m C#m
Real big tongue on my kicks (woah)
A#m C#m
Baby, put your tongue on my dck (woah)
A#m C#m
I put ice on my kids (woah)
A#m C#m
I put red in my drink (woah)
A#m C#m
Act\’ got here with my medicine (woah)
A#m C#m
Niqqa pop, drip, we wet (woah)
A#m C#m
Man I got some ice on my ankle (woah)
A#m C#m
Fck around, gon\’ \’head, slit it (woah)
A#m C#m
It was heavy smoke in my chest (woah)
A#m C#m
Might jeopardize my checks (woah)
A#m C#m
I\’m \’bout to pop another X (woah)
A#m C#m
Then I\’ma fck on my ex (woah)
A#m C#m
And I\’m gon\’ pour my syrup (woah)
A#m C#m
Not my Act\’, just red (woah)
A#m C#m
And I hit him on the dck (woah)
A#m C#m
Think he \’bout to keep my check (woah)
A#m C#m
Green diamonds, on me like piss
A#m C#m
I just got a new Kel-Tec
A#m C#m
And it don\’t come with no kick
A#m C#m
And I came up from nothin\’
A#m C#m
Louis Vuitton my neck
A#m C#m
High end clothes on deck
A#m C#m
Let \’em all read my text

[Chorus: Young Thug]
C#m A#m C#m A#m
Used to be dead down (broke), hop out the jet now (the jet)
C#m A#m C#m A#m
We don\’t play radio, Funkmaster Flex, now (flex)
C#m A#m C#m A#m
I just got a new foreign, \’bout to go park the \’Vette now (facts)
C#m A#m C#m A#m
And I got the dawgs with me (woo), yeah, better call the vet now (hey)
C#m A#m C#m A#m
I want some inside head now (head), \’bout to call my bitch now (head)
C#m A#m C#m A#m
I got a Harley Davidson now (skrra), \’bout to pin a T-Rex down (yeah, yeah)
C#m A#m C#m A#m
I do the whip, no eggs now (woah), I got chips and VICs now (woah)
C#m A#m
\’Bout to Liu Kang kick it now (woo)
C#m A#m C#m
\’Bout to chop it with machete now, now, now

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
C#m
Yeah, Saint Laurent Don, yeah (21)
A#m C#m
Got a lot of blue money, yeah, yeah
A#m C#m
I cut my thumb, yeah, yeah
A#m C#m
Bums chasin\’ crumbs, yeah, yeah
C#m A#m
Gucci jacket, ah yeah, yeah
A#m C#m
Fck her on the mattress, ah yeah, yeah
A#m C#m
Got a draco in traffic, ah yeah
A#m C#m C#m
I just left Magic, throwin\’ ones out the plastic, yeah, yeah
A#m C#m A#m C#m
I\’m with Slime in that Maybach and we laughin\’ (21, 21)
A#m C#m A#m C#m
These rappers jumpin\’ dik to dik and we laughin\’ (on God)
A#m C#m A#m C#m
Come and get your baby mama, this bitch a maggot (21, 21)
A#m C#m A#m C#m
Half a ticket, worth a jewelry in my carry-on baggage (yeah)
A#m C#m A#m C#m
Thinkin\’ \’bout pullin\’ Savage\’s card, you must be on acid (yeah)
A#m C#m A#m C#m
Cheap hasss shots got her feelin\’ like plastic (21)
A#m C#m A#m C#m
My earrings cost more than a niqqa life savin\’ (cash)
A#m C#m A#m C#m
Fck a weddin\’ ring, I gave her a mouth full of babies

[Chorus: Young Thug]
C#m A#m C#m A#m
Used to be dead down (broke), hop out the jet now (the jet)
C#m A#m C#m A#m
We don\’t play radio, Funkmaster Flex, now (flex)
C#m A#m C#m A#m
I just got a new foreign, \’bout to go park the \’Vette now (facts)
C#m A#m C#m A#m
And I got the dawgs with me (woo), yeah, better call the vet now (hey)
C#m A#m C#m A#m
I want some inside head now (head), \’bout to call my bitch now (head)
C#m A#m C#m A#m
I got a Harley Davidson now (skrra), \’bout to pin a T-Rex down (yeah, yeah)
C#m A#m C#m A#m
I do the whip, no eggs now (woah), I got chips and VICs now (woah)
C#m A#m
\’Bout to Liu Kang kick it now (woo)
C#m A#m C#m
\’Bout to chop it with machete now, now, now

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