BIG30 - Shots Out The Vette (Official Music Video) Chords
Tempo:
70.95 bpm
Chords used:
Fm
Bb
C
Bbm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
O, shit.
That bro crispy cammed Chris B..
Gawd..
Damn
[Fm]
Aye, [Bb] [Fm]
[Bb] [Fm] Aye, I got the Glock on the neck
Six hundred shots trailin' me.
Got JD Nick Wop with me neck
Envisionin' artillery, top gattling six-round
Catch me sippin' walkin' servin' Zabiqo, Sach Sula-Pow
Clutching this, they all hoping this footy don't bust in my hand
When we see that pancake bed, we flip it, lil' bitch, ass again
Gotta know these hollow heard, I wish you can go ask your man
And we smokin' off, I think that last boy was my favorite squad
All these VVs round my neck, you rich, we gon' take off your hand
I just know you, I don't know him, we finna take off your mind
KSBG, murder, murder, we got more cape than the Klan
T-shirt that we put niggas on, shirt we turn shit to a [C] brand
B30, big note, [Fm] we told big gun, no nigga playin' with me
Know my son look up to me, so them choppers, they stayin' with me
You really a hoe, you really wanna shake the hand of me
And I fucked your baby mama, your lil' girl a fan of me
Could've been my baby mama, but you know the plan would be
Send some shots and ran from me, chase you in this 6.4
From get where the white sandy scream
On the block, we playin' for teeth, love and thoughts, you land with free
Draco with the wood and the brown grill, we call it Sandy Chief
Brand new Glocks from out of BA, had to cop me a four pill
B-223 with the sniper scope and it came with four pills
One more pergola set, it's over, bet not pop, not one more pill
3PG, he spit on your big homie and chase you off bill
You gotta get you a kill, if you wanna be the set
You gotta go on the [Bb] drill, and we send shots at [Fm] the net
Headshot gun, keep on your [Bb] bed, repressed and learn from the [Fm] best
If you see that CA, [Bb] then you'll see the hits, shots in [Fm] the back
[Bb] [Fm] Honey, don't shot me in the face
[Bbm] [Fm] [Bb] [Fm]
That bro crispy cammed Chris B..
Gawd..
Damn
[Fm]
Aye, [Bb] [Fm]
[Bb] [Fm] Aye, I got the Glock on the neck
Six hundred shots trailin' me.
Got JD Nick Wop with me neck
Envisionin' artillery, top gattling six-round
Catch me sippin' walkin' servin' Zabiqo, Sach Sula-Pow
Clutching this, they all hoping this footy don't bust in my hand
When we see that pancake bed, we flip it, lil' bitch, ass again
Gotta know these hollow heard, I wish you can go ask your man
And we smokin' off, I think that last boy was my favorite squad
All these VVs round my neck, you rich, we gon' take off your hand
I just know you, I don't know him, we finna take off your mind
KSBG, murder, murder, we got more cape than the Klan
T-shirt that we put niggas on, shirt we turn shit to a [C] brand
B30, big note, [Fm] we told big gun, no nigga playin' with me
Know my son look up to me, so them choppers, they stayin' with me
You really a hoe, you really wanna shake the hand of me
And I fucked your baby mama, your lil' girl a fan of me
Could've been my baby mama, but you know the plan would be
Send some shots and ran from me, chase you in this 6.4
From get where the white sandy scream
On the block, we playin' for teeth, love and thoughts, you land with free
Draco with the wood and the brown grill, we call it Sandy Chief
Brand new Glocks from out of BA, had to cop me a four pill
B-223 with the sniper scope and it came with four pills
One more pergola set, it's over, bet not pop, not one more pill
3PG, he spit on your big homie and chase you off bill
You gotta get you a kill, if you wanna be the set
You gotta go on the [Bb] drill, and we send shots at [Fm] the net
Headshot gun, keep on your [Bb] bed, repressed and learn from the [Fm] best
If you see that CA, [Bb] then you'll see the hits, shots in [Fm] the back
[Bb] [Fm] Honey, don't shot me in the face
[Bbm] [Fm] [Bb] [Fm]
Key:
Fm
Bb
C
Bbm
Fm
Bb
C
Bbm
O, shit.
That bro crispy cammed Chris B..
Gawd..
Damn
[Fm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Aye, [Bb] _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ [Fm] Aye, I got the Glock on the neck
Six hundred shots trailin' me.
Got JD Nick Wop with me neck
Envisionin' artillery, top gattling six-round
Catch me sippin' walkin' servin' Zabiqo, Sach Sula-Pow
Clutching this, they all hoping this footy don't bust in my hand
When we see that pancake bed, we flip it, lil' bitch, ass again
Gotta know these hollow heard, I wish you can go ask your man
And we smokin' off, I think that last boy was my favorite squad
All these VVs round my neck, you rich, we gon' take off your hand
I just know you, I don't know him, we finna take off your mind
KSBG, murder, murder, we got more cape than the Klan
T-shirt that we put niggas on, shirt we turn shit to a [C] brand
B30, big note, [Fm] we told big gun, no nigga playin' with me
Know my son look up to me, so them choppers, they stayin' with me
You really a hoe, you really wanna shake the hand of me
And I fucked your baby mama, your lil' girl a fan of me
Could've been my baby mama, but you know the plan would be
Send some shots and ran from me, chase you in this 6.4
From get where the white sandy scream
On the block, we playin' for teeth, love and thoughts, you land with free
Draco with the wood and the brown grill, we call it Sandy Chief
Brand new Glocks from out of BA, had to cop me a four pill
B-223 with the sniper scope and it came with four pills
One more pergola set, it's over, bet not pop, not one more pill
3PG, he spit on your big homie and chase you off bill
You gotta get you a kill, if you wanna be the set
You gotta go on the [Bb] drill, and we send shots at [Fm] the net
Headshot gun, keep on your [Bb] bed, repressed and learn from the [Fm] best
If you see that CA, [Bb] then you'll see the hits, shots in [Fm] the back _
[Bb] _ _ [Fm] _ Honey, don't shot me in the face _
[Bbm] _ _ [Fm] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Fm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
That bro crispy cammed Chris B..
Gawd..
Damn
[Fm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Aye, [Bb] _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ [Fm] Aye, I got the Glock on the neck
Six hundred shots trailin' me.
Got JD Nick Wop with me neck
Envisionin' artillery, top gattling six-round
Catch me sippin' walkin' servin' Zabiqo, Sach Sula-Pow
Clutching this, they all hoping this footy don't bust in my hand
When we see that pancake bed, we flip it, lil' bitch, ass again
Gotta know these hollow heard, I wish you can go ask your man
And we smokin' off, I think that last boy was my favorite squad
All these VVs round my neck, you rich, we gon' take off your hand
I just know you, I don't know him, we finna take off your mind
KSBG, murder, murder, we got more cape than the Klan
T-shirt that we put niggas on, shirt we turn shit to a [C] brand
B30, big note, [Fm] we told big gun, no nigga playin' with me
Know my son look up to me, so them choppers, they stayin' with me
You really a hoe, you really wanna shake the hand of me
And I fucked your baby mama, your lil' girl a fan of me
Could've been my baby mama, but you know the plan would be
Send some shots and ran from me, chase you in this 6.4
From get where the white sandy scream
On the block, we playin' for teeth, love and thoughts, you land with free
Draco with the wood and the brown grill, we call it Sandy Chief
Brand new Glocks from out of BA, had to cop me a four pill
B-223 with the sniper scope and it came with four pills
One more pergola set, it's over, bet not pop, not one more pill
3PG, he spit on your big homie and chase you off bill
You gotta get you a kill, if you wanna be the set
You gotta go on the [Bb] drill, and we send shots at [Fm] the net
Headshot gun, keep on your [Bb] bed, repressed and learn from the [Fm] best
If you see that CA, [Bb] then you'll see the hits, shots in [Fm] the back _
[Bb] _ _ [Fm] _ Honey, don't shot me in the face _
[Bbm] _ _ [Fm] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Fm] _ _
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