Chords for G Herbo aka Lil Herb x Lil Bibby - Kill Shit | Shot By @KingRtb (Official Music Video)
Tempo:
93.95 bpm
Chords used:
C#m
G#
G#m
E
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
DJ Toe, [B] let's get it!
[F] [E] It's time to let these niggas know what it's like in the streets
Hey baby, let's kill shit broski, what you wanna do?
[C#m] Just [F] whatever man, we gon' head rip that shit, I'ma come around and clean [C#m] that shit up, let's [G#] get it
Know a couple niggas that's down to rap for a [C#m] homicide when it's drama time
[G#] Run up on a nigga with a llama slang, leave his love ones [C#m] all traumatized
[G#m] 150 I'm really with it, I'll drop his [C#m] ass and they [G#] forget it
I'm a man around my side of town, might see [C#m] a bitch and [G#m] forget I hit it
Lil' baby on the track with me, one mistake and he cut 50
When I hit the same hoes, boy same, cause they know a [C#m] nigga got the [G#] racks with me
No velcro but the strap with me, let [C#m] a nigga wanna act silly
I'ma let it off [G#m] and then leave him there, [C#m] ride off and don't even care
Bitch I [C#] cash out till I pass out, got a couple [N] trues I don't even wear
In the game bitch I do my thing, hoes scream my name I ain't even there
Lil' herd boy I do this, leave a bitch wetter than a pool pit
And I make bands like I make friends, bought some Ray [G#]-Bans on some cool shit
But now it's back to some killer shit, got some [C#m] wild hoes that'll drill a bitch
[G#] Yeah it's no limit, 30 years running, 30 [C#m] years gunning and we still as shit
I never run cause I stay to fight, I cook a nigga like steak [G#] and rice
And it's all real in the battlefield, gang [C#m] bang gotta pay the price
Hit a nigga with a .45,
better make his ass [E] do 40 flips
M.O.B. on love a hoe, I'ma be this way till I'm 46
Matter fact [F#] till a nigga die, smoke kush [G#m] blunts till a nigga cry
And I never feed off another man cause I understand how a nigga lie
Never smitch on a nigga dry, yeah that's how a nigga die
Got a yellow bitch and a passenger, she gon' suck [C#m] and fuck if I get her high
If [G#m] I do the dance then my whip will fly, pouring shit with a nigga ride
I ain't never sleaze a leather nigga try, got the Nairuga on a nigga side
Love baby no limit yeah I'm all [C#m] about that sack bitch
[E] My young niggas they clap shit, let the max spit we rap shit
Easy in that cut, get that Nina that's that black bitch
You gon' wanna get em I'm like cuz man I [C#m] got this
Shoe shit, hen shit, .45
extended clip
Y'all be on that snitchin' shit, and y'all know what snitches get
No limit shit, we with the shit, so I'm focused on getting rich
M.O. [G#].B. forget a bitch, right after I hit the bitch Like point me to the kitchen bitch, I be [C#m] water whippin' shit [G#] Whip it Jeff Gordon whip it, [C#m] hit it with a fork straight drop No shorts, shooter's on and off the court [G#] Shoot a nigga off his porch, turn a nigga [C#m] to a [G#m] corpse Yeah I'm bout that, rollin' up that loud pack Catch me lackin' I doubt that, [E] cuz I never live without that And that's real shit, got real hitters they kill shit You fuck around hit the kill [G#m] switch, these hollow tips you feel this And I'm tryna get real rich cuz my mama said I wouldn't be shit Nobody [C#m] never gave me shit, like baby hop on this [G#] weed maker That's 500 [C#m] no free [G#m] shit cuz I'm hot, and I do the shit with my block [C#m] I got 30 off in that Glock, how my Nina get you topped Bodies gon' drop and we ain't gon' stop, R.I.P. rock, S.U.O.P.S Send a few shots, might hit a few blocks, fuck a [E] few thots I need two mil, might seem like a lot, but I spit straight drop Sores really not, my team gon' eat, R.I.P. to police Fake niggas gon' speak, cop killers in the heat Catch me in the streets, shout out [C#m] to Bro Steve [N]
[F] [E] It's time to let these niggas know what it's like in the streets
Hey baby, let's kill shit broski, what you wanna do?
[C#m] Just [F] whatever man, we gon' head rip that shit, I'ma come around and clean [C#m] that shit up, let's [G#] get it
Know a couple niggas that's down to rap for a [C#m] homicide when it's drama time
[G#] Run up on a nigga with a llama slang, leave his love ones [C#m] all traumatized
[G#m] 150 I'm really with it, I'll drop his [C#m] ass and they [G#] forget it
I'm a man around my side of town, might see [C#m] a bitch and [G#m] forget I hit it
Lil' baby on the track with me, one mistake and he cut 50
When I hit the same hoes, boy same, cause they know a [C#m] nigga got the [G#] racks with me
No velcro but the strap with me, let [C#m] a nigga wanna act silly
I'ma let it off [G#m] and then leave him there, [C#m] ride off and don't even care
Bitch I [C#] cash out till I pass out, got a couple [N] trues I don't even wear
In the game bitch I do my thing, hoes scream my name I ain't even there
Lil' herd boy I do this, leave a bitch wetter than a pool pit
And I make bands like I make friends, bought some Ray [G#]-Bans on some cool shit
But now it's back to some killer shit, got some [C#m] wild hoes that'll drill a bitch
[G#] Yeah it's no limit, 30 years running, 30 [C#m] years gunning and we still as shit
I never run cause I stay to fight, I cook a nigga like steak [G#] and rice
And it's all real in the battlefield, gang [C#m] bang gotta pay the price
Hit a nigga with a .45,
better make his ass [E] do 40 flips
M.O.B. on love a hoe, I'ma be this way till I'm 46
Matter fact [F#] till a nigga die, smoke kush [G#m] blunts till a nigga cry
And I never feed off another man cause I understand how a nigga lie
Never smitch on a nigga dry, yeah that's how a nigga die
Got a yellow bitch and a passenger, she gon' suck [C#m] and fuck if I get her high
If [G#m] I do the dance then my whip will fly, pouring shit with a nigga ride
I ain't never sleaze a leather nigga try, got the Nairuga on a nigga side
Love baby no limit yeah I'm all [C#m] about that sack bitch
[E] My young niggas they clap shit, let the max spit we rap shit
Easy in that cut, get that Nina that's that black bitch
You gon' wanna get em I'm like cuz man I [C#m] got this
Shoe shit, hen shit, .45
extended clip
Y'all be on that snitchin' shit, and y'all know what snitches get
No limit shit, we with the shit, so I'm focused on getting rich
M.O. [G#].B. forget a bitch, right after I hit the bitch Like point me to the kitchen bitch, I be [C#m] water whippin' shit [G#] Whip it Jeff Gordon whip it, [C#m] hit it with a fork straight drop No shorts, shooter's on and off the court [G#] Shoot a nigga off his porch, turn a nigga [C#m] to a [G#m] corpse Yeah I'm bout that, rollin' up that loud pack Catch me lackin' I doubt that, [E] cuz I never live without that And that's real shit, got real hitters they kill shit You fuck around hit the kill [G#m] switch, these hollow tips you feel this And I'm tryna get real rich cuz my mama said I wouldn't be shit Nobody [C#m] never gave me shit, like baby hop on this [G#] weed maker That's 500 [C#m] no free [G#m] shit cuz I'm hot, and I do the shit with my block [C#m] I got 30 off in that Glock, how my Nina get you topped Bodies gon' drop and we ain't gon' stop, R.I.P. rock, S.U.O.P.S Send a few shots, might hit a few blocks, fuck a [E] few thots I need two mil, might seem like a lot, but I spit straight drop Sores really not, my team gon' eat, R.I.P. to police Fake niggas gon' speak, cop killers in the heat Catch me in the streets, shout out [C#m] to Bro Steve [N]
Key:
C#m
G#
G#m
E
F
C#m
G#
G#m
_ _ _ _ DJ Toe, [B] let's get it! _
_ [F] _ _ _ [E] It's time to let these niggas know what it's like in the streets
_ Hey baby, let's kill shit broski, what you wanna do?
[C#m] Just [F] whatever man, we gon' head rip that shit, I'ma come around and clean [C#m] that shit up, let's [G#] get it
Know a couple niggas that's down to rap for a [C#m] homicide when it's drama time
[G#] Run up on a nigga with a llama slang, leave his love ones [C#m] all traumatized
[G#m] 150 I'm really with it, I'll drop his [C#m] ass and they [G#] forget it
I'm a man around my side of town, might see [C#m] a bitch and [G#m] forget I hit it
Lil' baby on the track with me, one mistake and he cut 50
When I hit the same hoes, boy same, cause they know a [C#m] nigga got the [G#] racks with me
No velcro but the strap with me, let [C#m] a nigga wanna act silly
I'ma let it off [G#m] and then leave him there, [C#m] ride off and don't even care
Bitch I [C#] cash out till I pass out, got a couple [N] trues I don't even wear
In the game bitch I do my thing, hoes scream my name I ain't even there
Lil' herd boy I do this, leave a bitch wetter than a pool pit
And I make bands like I make friends, bought some Ray [G#]-Bans on some cool shit
But now it's back to some killer shit, got some [C#m] wild hoes that'll drill a bitch
[G#] Yeah it's no limit, 30 years running, 30 [C#m] years gunning and we still as shit
I never run cause I stay to fight, I cook a nigga like steak [G#] and rice
And it's all real in the battlefield, gang [C#m] bang gotta pay the price
Hit a nigga with a .45,
better make his ass [E] do 40 flips
M.O.B. on love a hoe, I'ma be this way till I'm 46
Matter fact [F#] till a nigga die, smoke kush [G#m] blunts till a nigga cry
And I never feed off another man cause I understand how a nigga lie
Never smitch on a nigga dry, yeah that's how a nigga die
Got a yellow bitch and a passenger, she gon' suck [C#m] and fuck if I get her high
If [G#m] I do the dance then my whip will fly, pouring shit with a nigga ride
I ain't never sleaze a leather nigga try, got the Nairuga on a nigga side
Love baby no limit yeah I'm all [C#m] about that sack bitch
[E] My young niggas they clap shit, let the max spit we rap shit
Easy in that cut, get that Nina that's that black bitch
You gon' wanna get em I'm like cuz man I [C#m] got this
Shoe shit, hen shit, .45
extended clip
Y'all be on that snitchin' shit, and y'all know what snitches get
No limit shit, we with the shit, so I'm focused on getting rich
M.O. [G#].B. forget a bitch, right after I hit the bitch Like point me to the kitchen bitch, I be [C#m] water whippin' shit [G#] Whip it Jeff Gordon whip it, [C#m] hit it with a fork straight drop No shorts, shooter's on and off the court [G#] Shoot a nigga off his porch, turn a nigga [C#m] to a [G#m] corpse Yeah I'm bout that, rollin' up that loud pack Catch me lackin' I doubt that, [E] cuz I never live without that And that's real shit, got real hitters they kill shit You fuck around hit the kill [G#m] switch, these hollow tips you feel this And I'm tryna get real rich cuz my mama said I wouldn't be shit Nobody [C#m] never gave me shit, like baby hop on this [G#] weed maker That's 500 [C#m] no free [G#m] shit cuz I'm hot, and I do the shit with my block [C#m] I got 30 off in that Glock, how my Nina get you topped Bodies gon' drop and we ain't gon' stop, R.I.P. rock, S.U.O.P.S Send a few shots, might hit a few blocks, fuck a [E] few thots I need two mil, might seem like a lot, but I spit straight drop Sores really not, my team gon' eat, R.I.P. to police Fake niggas gon' speak, cop killers in the heat Catch me in the streets, shout out [C#m] to Bro Steve [N] _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ [E] It's time to let these niggas know what it's like in the streets
_ Hey baby, let's kill shit broski, what you wanna do?
[C#m] Just [F] whatever man, we gon' head rip that shit, I'ma come around and clean [C#m] that shit up, let's [G#] get it
Know a couple niggas that's down to rap for a [C#m] homicide when it's drama time
[G#] Run up on a nigga with a llama slang, leave his love ones [C#m] all traumatized
[G#m] 150 I'm really with it, I'll drop his [C#m] ass and they [G#] forget it
I'm a man around my side of town, might see [C#m] a bitch and [G#m] forget I hit it
Lil' baby on the track with me, one mistake and he cut 50
When I hit the same hoes, boy same, cause they know a [C#m] nigga got the [G#] racks with me
No velcro but the strap with me, let [C#m] a nigga wanna act silly
I'ma let it off [G#m] and then leave him there, [C#m] ride off and don't even care
Bitch I [C#] cash out till I pass out, got a couple [N] trues I don't even wear
In the game bitch I do my thing, hoes scream my name I ain't even there
Lil' herd boy I do this, leave a bitch wetter than a pool pit
And I make bands like I make friends, bought some Ray [G#]-Bans on some cool shit
But now it's back to some killer shit, got some [C#m] wild hoes that'll drill a bitch
[G#] Yeah it's no limit, 30 years running, 30 [C#m] years gunning and we still as shit
I never run cause I stay to fight, I cook a nigga like steak [G#] and rice
And it's all real in the battlefield, gang [C#m] bang gotta pay the price
Hit a nigga with a .45,
better make his ass [E] do 40 flips
M.O.B. on love a hoe, I'ma be this way till I'm 46
Matter fact [F#] till a nigga die, smoke kush [G#m] blunts till a nigga cry
And I never feed off another man cause I understand how a nigga lie
Never smitch on a nigga dry, yeah that's how a nigga die
Got a yellow bitch and a passenger, she gon' suck [C#m] and fuck if I get her high
If [G#m] I do the dance then my whip will fly, pouring shit with a nigga ride
I ain't never sleaze a leather nigga try, got the Nairuga on a nigga side
Love baby no limit yeah I'm all [C#m] about that sack bitch
[E] My young niggas they clap shit, let the max spit we rap shit
Easy in that cut, get that Nina that's that black bitch
You gon' wanna get em I'm like cuz man I [C#m] got this
Shoe shit, hen shit, .45
extended clip
Y'all be on that snitchin' shit, and y'all know what snitches get
No limit shit, we with the shit, so I'm focused on getting rich
M.O. [G#].B. forget a bitch, right after I hit the bitch Like point me to the kitchen bitch, I be [C#m] water whippin' shit [G#] Whip it Jeff Gordon whip it, [C#m] hit it with a fork straight drop No shorts, shooter's on and off the court [G#] Shoot a nigga off his porch, turn a nigga [C#m] to a [G#m] corpse Yeah I'm bout that, rollin' up that loud pack Catch me lackin' I doubt that, [E] cuz I never live without that And that's real shit, got real hitters they kill shit You fuck around hit the kill [G#m] switch, these hollow tips you feel this And I'm tryna get real rich cuz my mama said I wouldn't be shit Nobody [C#m] never gave me shit, like baby hop on this [G#] weed maker That's 500 [C#m] no free [G#m] shit cuz I'm hot, and I do the shit with my block [C#m] I got 30 off in that Glock, how my Nina get you topped Bodies gon' drop and we ain't gon' stop, R.I.P. rock, S.U.O.P.S Send a few shots, might hit a few blocks, fuck a [E] few thots I need two mil, might seem like a lot, but I spit straight drop Sores really not, my team gon' eat, R.I.P. to police Fake niggas gon' speak, cop killers in the heat Catch me in the streets, shout out [C#m] to Bro Steve [N] _ _