Burnout Chords by Domani, Shad Da God
Tempo:
129.9 bpm
Chords used:
Em
Bm
C
G
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Em]
[C] [Bm]
[Em]
[G] Yeah, I'm packing them all in the SUV Too many questions, you messy, stop texting me
Nigga, you drunk, I don't know you, stop touching me
200 dash, I don't plan on you catching me, [C] burn it
Been out the house, ain't seen sun up or [Bm] sun down
My cuffs from the trenches, he ride with a [Em] gunner
I swear to these thugs, this is life that he know
He'll [G] shoot up the club and they'll stay when they run it, like
Niggas get shot everyday, oh, I'm good in Atlanta
I'm good in LA, see you throw up your hood
Well, I throw up my paper, you know when you made it
When you don't know your [C] neighbors, I don't wanna date ya
I just wanna [Bm] taste you, you fine and you ride it like a horse in a [Em] stable
Got down, block off the road, got the city locked down
Dropping my top and I'm feeling myself, feeling myself as a youngin'
He [G] quiet, he wild, and that boy up to [C] something
Got one in the room, if they knock on the door
I'ma [G] tell her, be quiet and tell him I'm coming
[Am] We ain't no strangers, no numbers, be [Bm] damned if a girl had me changing my [Em] number
Her face in the pillow, lips stained in the cover
Hell nah, I don't love her, she's swaying to my brother for sure
I done seen paper, real paper, that jewelry don't fade me
Show me 100 acres or more
Auntie said, God, we're gonna save me
I looked at my savings, bet saying, won't [Am] mess with them boasts
Yeah, pull [Bm] up to the loft, yeah
She [Em] say she a stripper in Dallas
She fine so that balance head off, yeah
I'm packing a model in the SUV
Too many questions, you messy, stop texting me
Nigga, you drunk, I don't know, you stop touching me
Two on the dash, I don't plan on you catching me, burn out
Been out the house, ain't seen sun up or [Bm] sun down
My cuffs from the trenches, he [Em] ride with a gun out
I swear that he throw this just like that he know he'll shoot up the club in the state when they run out
Like, niggas get shot everyday
Oh, I'm good in Atlanta, I'm good in LA
See, you throw up your hood while I throw out my paper
You know where you made it when you don't know your [Am] neighbors
I [C] don't wanna date ya, I just wanna [Bm] taste ya
You fine and you ride it like a horse in a [Em] stable
Got down, block up the road, got the city locked down
Dropping my top and I'm feeling my, feeling my
[G]
Pugas and Costa Migos [C] up with you
I'm good, I'm known to get the best in with the AP, oh
I [G] took off my barrel, they blew in this peak
Put the [Em] Bentley on skates and the street, bit of reek
Put the chimney, ain't cut too much, can't drink
Got a new big rug and it better not fit
Catch a spot on Starbucks, I'm working with the safe
With my self-help cup, but I ain't stepping into me
It's too much ash for the boy to be tender
Right [C] now I got 280 chips in the blender
[Bm]
I grew up leaning on Ben's [Em] fellas
All of them claiming they my fiat Lelly
But she wanna mess with a real member, oh God
I'm packing them all in the SUV
Too many questions, you messy, stop texting me
Nigga, you drunk, I don't know, you start touching me
Too on the dash, I don't plan on you catching me, [Am] burner
Been out the house since he signed up or [Bm] something
I'm a cuss from the church and he ride with a [Em] gunner
Sweat it, he throw this just like that he know he'll
[G] Shoot up the club in the state when they run the light
[C] [Bm]
[Em]
[G] Yeah, I'm packing them all in the SUV Too many questions, you messy, stop texting me
Nigga, you drunk, I don't know you, stop touching me
200 dash, I don't plan on you catching me, [C] burn it
Been out the house, ain't seen sun up or [Bm] sun down
My cuffs from the trenches, he ride with a [Em] gunner
I swear to these thugs, this is life that he know
He'll [G] shoot up the club and they'll stay when they run it, like
Niggas get shot everyday, oh, I'm good in Atlanta
I'm good in LA, see you throw up your hood
Well, I throw up my paper, you know when you made it
When you don't know your [C] neighbors, I don't wanna date ya
I just wanna [Bm] taste you, you fine and you ride it like a horse in a [Em] stable
Got down, block off the road, got the city locked down
Dropping my top and I'm feeling myself, feeling myself as a youngin'
He [G] quiet, he wild, and that boy up to [C] something
Got one in the room, if they knock on the door
I'ma [G] tell her, be quiet and tell him I'm coming
[Am] We ain't no strangers, no numbers, be [Bm] damned if a girl had me changing my [Em] number
Her face in the pillow, lips stained in the cover
Hell nah, I don't love her, she's swaying to my brother for sure
I done seen paper, real paper, that jewelry don't fade me
Show me 100 acres or more
Auntie said, God, we're gonna save me
I looked at my savings, bet saying, won't [Am] mess with them boasts
Yeah, pull [Bm] up to the loft, yeah
She [Em] say she a stripper in Dallas
She fine so that balance head off, yeah
I'm packing a model in the SUV
Too many questions, you messy, stop texting me
Nigga, you drunk, I don't know, you stop touching me
Two on the dash, I don't plan on you catching me, burn out
Been out the house, ain't seen sun up or [Bm] sun down
My cuffs from the trenches, he [Em] ride with a gun out
I swear that he throw this just like that he know he'll shoot up the club in the state when they run out
Like, niggas get shot everyday
Oh, I'm good in Atlanta, I'm good in LA
See, you throw up your hood while I throw out my paper
You know where you made it when you don't know your [Am] neighbors
I [C] don't wanna date ya, I just wanna [Bm] taste ya
You fine and you ride it like a horse in a [Em] stable
Got down, block up the road, got the city locked down
Dropping my top and I'm feeling my, feeling my
[G]
Pugas and Costa Migos [C] up with you
I'm good, I'm known to get the best in with the AP, oh
I [G] took off my barrel, they blew in this peak
Put the [Em] Bentley on skates and the street, bit of reek
Put the chimney, ain't cut too much, can't drink
Got a new big rug and it better not fit
Catch a spot on Starbucks, I'm working with the safe
With my self-help cup, but I ain't stepping into me
It's too much ash for the boy to be tender
Right [C] now I got 280 chips in the blender
[Bm]
I grew up leaning on Ben's [Em] fellas
All of them claiming they my fiat Lelly
But she wanna mess with a real member, oh God
I'm packing them all in the SUV
Too many questions, you messy, stop texting me
Nigga, you drunk, I don't know, you start touching me
Too on the dash, I don't plan on you catching me, [Am] burner
Been out the house since he signed up or [Bm] something
I'm a cuss from the church and he ride with a [Em] gunner
Sweat it, he throw this just like that he know he'll
[G] Shoot up the club in the state when they run the light
Key:
Em
Bm
C
G
Am
Em
Bm
C
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ Yeah, I'm packing them all in the SUV Too many questions, you messy, stop texting me
Nigga, you drunk, I don't know you, stop touching me
200 dash, I don't plan on you catching me, [C] burn it
Been out the house, ain't seen sun up or [Bm] sun down
My cuffs from the trenches, he ride with a [Em] gunner
I swear to these thugs, this is life that he know
He'll [G] shoot up the club and they'll stay when they run it, like
Niggas get shot everyday, oh, I'm good in Atlanta
I'm good in LA, see you throw up your hood
Well, I throw up my paper, you know when you made it
When you don't know your [C] neighbors, I don't wanna date ya
I just wanna [Bm] taste you, you fine and you ride it like a horse in a [Em] stable
Got down, block off the road, got the city locked down
Dropping my top and I'm feeling myself, feeling myself as a youngin'
He [G] quiet, he wild, and that boy up to [C] something
Got one in the room, if they knock on the door
I'ma [G] tell her, be quiet and tell him I'm coming
[Am] We ain't no strangers, no numbers, be [Bm] damned if a girl had me changing my [Em] number
Her face in the pillow, lips stained in the cover
Hell nah, I don't love her, she's swaying to my brother for sure
I done seen paper, real paper, that jewelry don't fade me
Show me 100 acres or more
Auntie said, God, we're gonna save me
I looked at my savings, bet saying, won't [Am] mess with them boasts
Yeah, pull [Bm] up to the loft, yeah
She [Em] say she a stripper in Dallas
She fine so that balance head off, yeah
I'm packing a model in the SUV
Too many questions, you messy, stop texting me
Nigga, you drunk, I don't know, you stop touching me
Two on the dash, I don't plan on you catching me, burn out
Been out the house, ain't seen sun up or [Bm] sun down
My cuffs from the trenches, he [Em] ride with a gun out
I swear that he throw this just like that he know he'll shoot up the club in the state when they run out
Like, niggas get shot everyday
Oh, I'm good in Atlanta, I'm good in LA
See, you throw up your hood while I throw out my paper
You know where you made it when you don't know your [Am] neighbors
I [C] don't wanna date ya, I just wanna [Bm] taste ya
You fine and you ride it like a horse in a [Em] stable
Got down, block up the road, got the city locked down
Dropping my top and I'm feeling my, feeling my
[G] _
Pugas and Costa Migos [C] up with you
I'm good, I'm known to get the best in with the AP, oh
I [G] took off my barrel, they blew in this peak
Put the [Em] Bentley on skates and the street, bit of reek
Put the chimney, ain't cut too much, can't drink
Got a new big rug and it better not fit
Catch a spot on Starbucks, I'm working with the safe
With my self-help cup, but I ain't stepping into me
It's too much ash for the boy to be tender
Right [C] now I got 280 chips in the blender
[Bm]
I grew up leaning on Ben's [Em] fellas
All of them claiming they my fiat Lelly
But she wanna mess with a real member, oh God
I'm packing them all in the SUV
Too many questions, you messy, stop texting me
Nigga, you drunk, I don't know, you start touching me
Too on the dash, I don't plan on you catching me, [Am] burner
Been out the house since he signed up or [Bm] something
I'm a cuss from the church and he ride with a [Em] gunner
Sweat it, he throw this just like that he know he'll
[G] Shoot up the club in the state when they run the light _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ Yeah, I'm packing them all in the SUV Too many questions, you messy, stop texting me
Nigga, you drunk, I don't know you, stop touching me
200 dash, I don't plan on you catching me, [C] burn it
Been out the house, ain't seen sun up or [Bm] sun down
My cuffs from the trenches, he ride with a [Em] gunner
I swear to these thugs, this is life that he know
He'll [G] shoot up the club and they'll stay when they run it, like
Niggas get shot everyday, oh, I'm good in Atlanta
I'm good in LA, see you throw up your hood
Well, I throw up my paper, you know when you made it
When you don't know your [C] neighbors, I don't wanna date ya
I just wanna [Bm] taste you, you fine and you ride it like a horse in a [Em] stable
Got down, block off the road, got the city locked down
Dropping my top and I'm feeling myself, feeling myself as a youngin'
He [G] quiet, he wild, and that boy up to [C] something
Got one in the room, if they knock on the door
I'ma [G] tell her, be quiet and tell him I'm coming
[Am] We ain't no strangers, no numbers, be [Bm] damned if a girl had me changing my [Em] number
Her face in the pillow, lips stained in the cover
Hell nah, I don't love her, she's swaying to my brother for sure
I done seen paper, real paper, that jewelry don't fade me
Show me 100 acres or more
Auntie said, God, we're gonna save me
I looked at my savings, bet saying, won't [Am] mess with them boasts
Yeah, pull [Bm] up to the loft, yeah
She [Em] say she a stripper in Dallas
She fine so that balance head off, yeah
I'm packing a model in the SUV
Too many questions, you messy, stop texting me
Nigga, you drunk, I don't know, you stop touching me
Two on the dash, I don't plan on you catching me, burn out
Been out the house, ain't seen sun up or [Bm] sun down
My cuffs from the trenches, he [Em] ride with a gun out
I swear that he throw this just like that he know he'll shoot up the club in the state when they run out
Like, niggas get shot everyday
Oh, I'm good in Atlanta, I'm good in LA
See, you throw up your hood while I throw out my paper
You know where you made it when you don't know your [Am] neighbors
I [C] don't wanna date ya, I just wanna [Bm] taste ya
You fine and you ride it like a horse in a [Em] stable
Got down, block up the road, got the city locked down
Dropping my top and I'm feeling my, feeling my
[G] _
Pugas and Costa Migos [C] up with you
I'm good, I'm known to get the best in with the AP, oh
I [G] took off my barrel, they blew in this peak
Put the [Em] Bentley on skates and the street, bit of reek
Put the chimney, ain't cut too much, can't drink
Got a new big rug and it better not fit
Catch a spot on Starbucks, I'm working with the safe
With my self-help cup, but I ain't stepping into me
It's too much ash for the boy to be tender
Right [C] now I got 280 chips in the blender
[Bm]
I grew up leaning on Ben's [Em] fellas
All of them claiming they my fiat Lelly
But she wanna mess with a real member, oh God
I'm packing them all in the SUV
Too many questions, you messy, stop texting me
Nigga, you drunk, I don't know, you start touching me
Too on the dash, I don't plan on you catching me, [Am] burner
Been out the house since he signed up or [Bm] something
I'm a cuss from the church and he ride with a [Em] gunner
Sweat it, he throw this just like that he know he'll
[G] Shoot up the club in the state when they run the light _ _ _ _