Chords for KILLSHOT [Official Audio]

You sound like a [Gm] bitch, bitch.
Shut the fuck up.
When your fans become your haters.
You done?
I'm here, I'm here.
Alright.
I'm yelling at the mic.
I'm here, I'm here.
You're doing this once.
I'm yelling at the mic.
I'm here, I'm here.
I'm yelling at the mic.
Rihanna just hit me on a text.
[Eb] Last night I left [D] hickeys on [Gm] her neck.
Wait, you just dissed me?
I'm perplexed.
Insult me in [D] a line, compliment me on [Gm] the next?
Damn, I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack.
[Ebm] Was watching 8 [D] Mile on [Gm] my Nauta track.
Realized I forgot to call you back.
Here's that autograph for your daughter.
I wrote it on a starter cap.
[Eb] Stan, [Bb] Stan, son.
Listen, [Eb] man.
[D] Dad [Eb] isn't mad.
But, how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun [D] and have a [Gm] man bun?
_ [Eb] Giant smoke, eyes open undeniable.
Supplying smoke at the fire stoke.
Say you got me in a scope.
You grazed me.
I say we'll call the [Gm] interscope.
And you sway-zy.
Your reply got the crowd yelling woo.
So before you die, [Ebm] let's see who can out-petty [Gm] who.
With your corny lines, slim your robe.
I'm Kyle Kelly, ooh, but I'm 45 [D] and I'm still outselling [Gm] you.
By 29, I had three albums that had blew.
Now let's talk [Eb] about something I don't really [Gm] do.
Going someone's daughter's mouth stealing food.
But you're a fucking mohill.
[A] Now I'm gonna make a [D] mountain out of [Gm] you.
Hold chill, acting [Dm] like you put the chrome barrel to my bone [Eb] marrow.
Gonna [D] bitch, you ain't a [Gm] bow and arrow.
Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill.
Spraying lead, fleeing dead.
That's the only time you hold still.
Are you eating cereal or oatmeal?
What the fuck's in the bowl, milk?
Wheaties or Cheerios?
Cause I'm taking a shit in them, Kelly.
I need reading material.
Dictionary.
Yo, Slim.
Your last [Eb] four albums suck.
Go back to recovery.
Oh, [Ebm] shoot, that was [D] three albums [Gm] ago.
What do you know?
Oops.
Know your facts before you come at me, little goof.
Luxury, oh, you broke bitch, yeah.
I had enough [Eb] money in 02 to burn it in front of you, ho.
[D] Younger me, no, [Gm] you the wack me.
It's funny, but so true.
I'd rather be 80-year-old [N] me than 20-year-old [Gm] you.
Till I'm hitting 08, still can fill a whole [Eb] page with a [Bb] 10-year-old's rage.
Got more fans than you in your own city, little kitty.
Go play.
Feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay.
Got the ditty okay, so you stay your whole day.
Shooting a video [Eb] just to fucking dig your own grave.
Got you at your own wake.
I'm the Philly G.O.A.T.
You ain't never made a list.
Next to no Giggy, no Jay.
Next to Taylor Swift and the Iggy ho.
You about to really blow.
Kelly, they'll be putting your name next to John, next to Benzino.
Bye, motherfucker, like the last motherfucker saying alien vein, alien brain.
You Satanist.
My biggest [Ebm] flops are your [D] greatest hits.
The game's fine again and [Eb] ain't nothing changed for the lock.
So before [Gm] I slay this bitch, I'm gonna give Jay the kiss.
Gotta wake up Labor Day to this.
[Gb] Being [D] rich shamed [Gm] by some prick using my name for clickbait.
In a state of bliss cause I said his [A] goddamn [D] name.
Now I got [Gm] a cock back aim.
Yeah, bitch, pop champagne to this.
It's your moment.
This is it.
As big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it.
Had to give you a [Eb] career to destroy it.
Feel like Jackson, go to sleep.
Six feet deep.
I'll give you a beat for the effort.
But if I was three foot eleven, you'd look up to me.
And for the record, you would suck a dick to fucking be [D] me for a [Gm] second.
Like a boss, like to get [Dm] on my channel.
Give your life to [Ebm] be a [D] solidified.
This [Gm] motherfucking shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets.
So what good is a fucking [Eb] machine gun when it's out of ammo?
Had enough of this tatted up mumble rap.
I had a fucking him and I battle.
They'll have to fuck Kim and my flannel.
I'll give him my sandals cause he knows as long as I'm shady,
he's gonna have to live in my shadow.
Exhausting, letting off on my offspring.
Like a gun barrel, bitch, get off me.
You dance around it like a sombrero.
We can all see your fucking salt.
Take his young, Gerald's balls deep inside a Halsey.
Your red sweater, your black leather.
You [D] dress better, [Gm] I rap better.
[Eb] That a death threater, I love better.
[D] Little white tooth pick [Gm] thinks it's over a pick.
I just don't like you prick, thanks for dissing me.
[Ebm] Now I had [D] an excuse on [Gm] the mic to write,
not a like, but really I don't care who's on the right.
But [Eb] you're losing the fight you pick.
_ Who else wanted Kel's attempt [D] fails?
[Eb] Button ales, fucking nails.
In these coffins as soft as hot nail.
Kill shot, I will not fail.
I'm with the gut still, but this idiot's boss pops pills
and tells him he's got skills for Kel's.
The day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits
that he put the hit out like a pop kill.
I'm sick of you being wacky,
I'm still using that motherfucking autotune,
so let's talk [Gm] about it.
I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth, need to get the cock about [Am] it
before he [D] can even talk [Gm] about it.
I'm [Bb] sick of your blonde hair and earrings
cause you look in [Ebm] the mirror and [D] think that you're Marsha [Gm] Mathers.
Don't mean you [Dm] are and you're not [Eb] about it
so just leave a dick in your mouth and keep my daughter out it.
_ _ Oh,
and I'm