Chords for Kevin Gates - Mexico

Tempo:
89.95 bpm
Chords used:

Am

G

A

C

Em

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Kevin Gates - Mexico chords
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[A] [Am]
[A] [G] [Am]
I'm trying [C] to catch a [G] slope up under your house trying to listen
to [Am] this shit that ain't the shit you ready for
Hop, hop, coming with the drum and you'll never know
I, I, dress up like a woman and [G] then let it go
No, cause that's the kind of cocaine you're going to need
[Am] Double cups of the syrup and the big, bad mood
Matter fact, shorty said [A] she like my tattoos
I [Am] don't smile, south side, bad, and rural
[G] Chatty, wild, coming up, didn't happen overnight
It took a while, [Am] so I, so I broke my jaw with the flashlight
Oh, because I ain't gonna make my pockets look like bunny ears
Killed a nigga, broke it, ran, [G] piss running down my leg
Went and hid the gun behind [Am] Miss County House
All my business learned how to keep my partners [B] out
Sip your tea, [A] pussy don't know what you talking [Am] about
Fresh feeling with the line that [G] Rashad cut
Ball calls for my team, now [Am] we all up
Get out of line with my team, then we all bust
Cutting up bad, thumbing, thumbing through the bands
Slamming Miller pans, hanging off [Em] my ass
Nine mil at 38, don't make me do the helmet dance
[Am]
I'm even cooking double salad dough
Gonna get it if you looking, I ain't stretching though
Snoring on the bluff, I'm trying [G] to catch a slope
Up under your house, trying to listen with the [Am] stethoscope
Gang, gang, gang's the shit that ain't the shit you ready for
I'm, I'm coming with the drum and you'll never know
I, I dress up like a woman and [G] then let it go
No, because that's because the cocaine is called for me
[Am] Drink, drink, soul, soul
V-Tone brand, south 14 at the house getting off
Redid the Nova shorty, took it and [G] got lost on my nigga down
Now I'm wishing I could talk to [Am] my nigga dog
Fed snatch easy, he should've ran
I wasn't lucky, I got picked up with the blam
Telling corner if [G] it wasn't for that pussy ass boy
From the start being loyal, but [Am] they wasn't found
Cocaine when it's good, it be jumping back
I'm getting [A] two whole things, trying [Am] to run a land
When [G] it's all I want, I don't understand
Look [Em] a nigga in the eye, he [Am] be underhand
Jumper at get him sketched like a fucking man
Hard [A] to move by yourself, lot of [Am] killer hands
Wishing I could turn [G] back, said a different hands
Nothing bigger than [Am] a B, I got different plans
I'm either cooking or selling though
Come and get it if you looking, I ain't stretching though
Snoring on the bluff, I'm trying [C] to catch a slope
[G] Up under your house, trying to listen with the [Am] stethoscope
Gangsta shit, that ain't the shit you ready for
I'm coming with the drum and you'll never know
I, I dress up like a woman and then [G] let it go
No, because that's because the cocaine is called for me
I [Am] ain't running up a shit beyond 30 shots
Out the tech for a jam, fist bump, little bro
Diving in my bitch car, shoulder in my lip
Cart [C] hell on the pitchfork, [G] what they doing?
Satan screaming, Kevin, [Am] where you going?
You don't see all of these bad bitches I got for you?
Want you to get that pussy wrong and don't have no abortion?
Digging in your pocket, [C] quarter point of child support
[G] You spend all your money, then go broke
You know [Am] I support you, ride with that pistol
Police [E] catch you, they gon' adios [A] you
Then I'ma laugh while you are yelling, act like [Am] I don't know you
Go ride that nigga over [G] there, know he ain't got it on him
Cars pulling up, supplying, no [Am] oil on the corner
Graduated to your own trap
Somebody try you, fire, [A] make them take a long nap
[Am] Hey, you graduated to [G] your own trap?
Open fire, nigga, try you, take [Am] a long nap
I'm either cooking dope or selling dope
Only get it if you [A] looking, I ain't stretching dope
[Am]
Snoring on the bluff, I'm trying to [G] catch a slope
Up under your house, trying to listen with the [Am] stethoscope
Gang, gang, gang, the shit that ain't the shit you ready for
I, I'm coming with the drum and you'll never know
I, I dress up like a woman and then [C] let it go
[G] No contraficante, cocaína, it's cold for me
[Am] [N]
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Am
2311
G
2131
A
1231
C
3211
Em
121
Am
2311
G
2131
A
1231
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_ _ [A] _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm trying [C] to catch a [G] slope up under your house trying to listen
to [Am] this shit that ain't the shit you ready for
Hop, hop, coming with the drum and you'll never know
I, I, dress up like a woman and [G] then let it go
No, cause that's the kind of cocaine you're going to need
[Am] Double cups of the syrup and the big, bad mood
Matter fact, shorty said [A] she like my tattoos
I [Am] don't smile, south side, bad, and rural
[G] Chatty, wild, coming up, didn't happen overnight
It took a while, [Am] so I, so I broke my jaw with the flashlight
Oh, because I ain't gonna make my pockets look like bunny ears
Killed a nigga, broke it, ran, [G] piss running down my leg
Went and hid the gun behind [Am] Miss County House
All my business learned how to keep my partners [B] out
Sip your tea, [A] pussy don't know what you talking [Am] about
Fresh feeling with the line that [G] Rashad cut
Ball calls for my team, now [Am] we all up
Get out of line with my team, then we all bust
Cutting up bad, thumbing, thumbing through the bands
Slamming Miller pans, hanging off [Em] my ass
Nine mil at 38, don't make me do the helmet dance
[Am]
I'm even cooking double salad dough
Gonna get it if you looking, I ain't stretching though
Snoring on the bluff, I'm trying [G] to catch a slope
Up under your house, trying to listen with the [Am] stethoscope
Gang, gang, gang's the shit that ain't the shit you ready for
I'm, I'm coming with the drum and you'll never know
I, I dress up like a woman and [G] then let it go
No, because that's because the cocaine is called for me
[Am] Drink, drink, soul, soul
V-Tone brand, south 14 at the house getting off
Redid the Nova shorty, took it and [G] got lost on my nigga down
Now I'm wishing I could talk to [Am] my nigga dog
Fed snatch easy, he should've ran
I wasn't lucky, I got picked up with the blam
Telling corner if [G] it wasn't for that pussy ass boy
From the start being loyal, but [Am] they wasn't found
Cocaine when it's good, it be jumping back
I'm getting [A] two whole things, trying [Am] to run a land
When [G] it's all I want, I don't understand
Look [Em] a nigga in the eye, he [Am] be underhand
Jumper at get him sketched like a fucking man
Hard [A] to move by yourself, lot of [Am] killer hands
Wishing I could turn [G] back, said a different hands
Nothing bigger than [Am] a B, I got different plans
I'm either cooking or selling though
Come and get it if you looking, I ain't stretching though
Snoring on the bluff, I'm trying [C] to catch a slope
[G] Up under your house, trying to listen with the [Am] stethoscope
Gangsta shit, that ain't the shit you ready for
I'm coming with the drum and you'll never know
I, I dress up like a woman and then [G] let it go
No, because that's because the cocaine is called for me
I [Am] ain't running up a shit beyond 30 shots
Out the tech for a jam, fist bump, little bro
Diving in my bitch car, shoulder in my lip
Cart [C] hell on the pitchfork, [G] what they doing?
Satan screaming, Kevin, [Am] where you going?
You don't see all of these bad bitches I got for you?
Want you to get that pussy wrong and don't have no abortion?
Digging in your pocket, [C] quarter point of child support
[G] You spend all your money, then go broke
You know [Am] I support you, ride with that pistol
Police [E] catch you, they gon' adios [A] you
Then I'ma laugh while you are yelling, act like [Am] I don't know you
Go ride that nigga over [G] there, know he ain't got it on him
Cars pulling up, supplying, no [Am] oil on the corner
Graduated to your own trap
Somebody try you, fire, [A] make them take a long nap
[Am] Hey, you graduated to [G] your own trap?
Open fire, nigga, try you, take [Am] a long nap
I'm either cooking dope or selling dope
Only get it if you [A] looking, I ain't stretching dope
[Am]
Snoring on the bluff, I'm trying to [G] catch a slope
Up under your house, trying to listen with the [Am] stethoscope
Gang, gang, gang, the shit that ain't the shit you ready for
I, I'm coming with the drum and you'll never know
I, I dress up like a woman and then [C] let it go
[G] No contraficante, cocaína, it's cold for me
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _

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