Chords for Benny the Butcher - 18 Wheeler Ft. Pusha T (Prod. DJ Shay)
Tempo:
80.7 bpm
Chords used:
G
Gm
F#
A#
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] Let's go, let's go, you know what this is, butcher coming nigga
Hey look, we don't do no price talk, cause I already know they numbers
Plus me and your old connect was tighter than them doj runners
First time I ever cooked goose I got a full weight from it
Stabbed it in a pot so many times they think OJ done it
And me and Push would've linked back when I was a biller
That's an 18 willow, come out town from Virginia
Enough glitter on my neck, it make my ex bitch fiddle
I put up to the checks, pushing the leks like I'm Jiggle
To really make these type of checks I took my chance when I strambled
Without no license, yes, I really took those type of risks
I'm laughing at indictment threats, huh, I used to sell O's
But now I outsell shows to the fans, trail cold
When I was locked, never called, but I used to send mail on
I got close homies caught in new cases of cell phones
Velcro strap, clip got a curve like an elbow
She counting up when the bitch got the 50, a nail broke
They call me Racks, but I plug bring it back on a [Gm] sailboat
And I flooded my corner [G] right after the scale broke
That shit's bitch, but I'm not a nigga, she tell no
Guess you got the bitch flying, but it wasn't Chanel, no
Tell me nothing like your new gangsters pointing guns at the camera
I bet you niggas practiced in the mirror, bring the money to your earlobe
Six-pick, same brick, something weird though
They say a hero's nothing but a sandwich
The 488 coming through like the crayon man is
My bitches got standards, fan-loving war
It's okay to fuck a scammer, as long as he empty the bag like Snack Santa
Steak dinners at Dan Tanner's, pick a tambour
The purple in my rainbow is Amethyst
Only I can coke rap this glamorous
The only drug dealer out in Fashion Week
With an 80-20 split like Master P
Why would I ever 50-50, you ain't half of me
Benny the Butcher coming after me
[Gm]
[G]
[F#] [A#]
[Gm] [G]
[D]
Hey look, we don't do no price talk, cause I already know they numbers
Plus me and your old connect was tighter than them doj runners
First time I ever cooked goose I got a full weight from it
Stabbed it in a pot so many times they think OJ done it
And me and Push would've linked back when I was a biller
That's an 18 willow, come out town from Virginia
Enough glitter on my neck, it make my ex bitch fiddle
I put up to the checks, pushing the leks like I'm Jiggle
To really make these type of checks I took my chance when I strambled
Without no license, yes, I really took those type of risks
I'm laughing at indictment threats, huh, I used to sell O's
But now I outsell shows to the fans, trail cold
When I was locked, never called, but I used to send mail on
I got close homies caught in new cases of cell phones
Velcro strap, clip got a curve like an elbow
She counting up when the bitch got the 50, a nail broke
They call me Racks, but I plug bring it back on a [Gm] sailboat
And I flooded my corner [G] right after the scale broke
That shit's bitch, but I'm not a nigga, she tell no
Guess you got the bitch flying, but it wasn't Chanel, no
Tell me nothing like your new gangsters pointing guns at the camera
I bet you niggas practiced in the mirror, bring the money to your earlobe
Six-pick, same brick, something weird though
They say a hero's nothing but a sandwich
The 488 coming through like the crayon man is
My bitches got standards, fan-loving war
It's okay to fuck a scammer, as long as he empty the bag like Snack Santa
Steak dinners at Dan Tanner's, pick a tambour
The purple in my rainbow is Amethyst
Only I can coke rap this glamorous
The only drug dealer out in Fashion Week
With an 80-20 split like Master P
Why would I ever 50-50, you ain't half of me
Benny the Butcher coming after me
[Gm]
[G]
[F#] [A#]
[Gm] [G]
[D]
Key:
G
Gm
F#
A#
D
G
Gm
F#
_ _ [G] _ Let's go, _ _ let's go, you know what this is, butcher coming nigga
Hey look, we don't do no price talk, cause I already know they numbers
Plus me and your old connect was tighter than them doj runners
First time I ever cooked goose I got a full weight from it
Stabbed it in a pot so many times they think OJ done it
And me and Push would've linked back when I was a biller
That's an 18 willow, come out town from Virginia
Enough glitter on my neck, it make my ex bitch fiddle
I put up to the checks, pushing the leks like I'm Jiggle
To really make these type of checks I took my chance when I strambled
Without no license, yes, I really took those type of risks
I'm laughing at indictment threats, huh, I used to sell O's
But now I outsell shows to the fans, trail cold
When I was locked, never called, but I used to send mail on
I got close homies caught in new cases of cell phones
Velcro strap, clip got a curve like an elbow
She counting up when the bitch got the 50, a nail broke
They call me Racks, but I plug bring it back on a [Gm] sailboat
And I flooded my corner [G] right after the scale broke
That shit's bitch, but I'm not a nigga, she tell no
Guess you got the bitch flying, but it wasn't Chanel, no
Tell me nothing like your new gangsters pointing guns at the camera
I bet you niggas practiced in the mirror, bring the money to your earlobe
Six-pick, same brick, something weird though
They say a hero's nothing but a sandwich
The 488 coming through like the crayon man is
My bitches got standards, fan-loving war
It's okay to fuck a scammer, as long as he empty the bag like Snack Santa
Steak dinners at Dan Tanner's, pick a tambour
The purple in my rainbow is Amethyst
Only I can coke rap this glamorous
The only drug dealer out in Fashion Week
With an 80-20 split like Master P
Why would I ever 50-50, you ain't half of me
Benny the Butcher coming after me _
_ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A#] _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
Hey look, we don't do no price talk, cause I already know they numbers
Plus me and your old connect was tighter than them doj runners
First time I ever cooked goose I got a full weight from it
Stabbed it in a pot so many times they think OJ done it
And me and Push would've linked back when I was a biller
That's an 18 willow, come out town from Virginia
Enough glitter on my neck, it make my ex bitch fiddle
I put up to the checks, pushing the leks like I'm Jiggle
To really make these type of checks I took my chance when I strambled
Without no license, yes, I really took those type of risks
I'm laughing at indictment threats, huh, I used to sell O's
But now I outsell shows to the fans, trail cold
When I was locked, never called, but I used to send mail on
I got close homies caught in new cases of cell phones
Velcro strap, clip got a curve like an elbow
She counting up when the bitch got the 50, a nail broke
They call me Racks, but I plug bring it back on a [Gm] sailboat
And I flooded my corner [G] right after the scale broke
That shit's bitch, but I'm not a nigga, she tell no
Guess you got the bitch flying, but it wasn't Chanel, no
Tell me nothing like your new gangsters pointing guns at the camera
I bet you niggas practiced in the mirror, bring the money to your earlobe
Six-pick, same brick, something weird though
They say a hero's nothing but a sandwich
The 488 coming through like the crayon man is
My bitches got standards, fan-loving war
It's okay to fuck a scammer, as long as he empty the bag like Snack Santa
Steak dinners at Dan Tanner's, pick a tambour
The purple in my rainbow is Amethyst
Only I can coke rap this glamorous
The only drug dealer out in Fashion Week
With an 80-20 split like Master P
Why would I ever 50-50, you ain't half of me
Benny the Butcher coming after me _
_ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A#] _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _