Chords for NLE Choppa - Picture Me Grapin (Official Music Video) (2PAC Tribute)
Tempo:
95.9 bpm
Chords used:
Dm
C
Bb
Am
Gm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C] [Gm]
Yeah, turn it up a little bit more.
[C]
[Gm] [C] [Gm] [C] I say [Dm] bitch I'm all right.
That's [C] more.
Damn, Ben Marks shot [F] this too?
[D] Ay, [Bb] ay, ay, ay, ay.
I'm fucked up with [C] this right here.
And that little [Dm] fly shot.
I got the run like a carterfly.
And that little [C] fly shot.
Ay, [Dm] bitch and me rolling.
Fat Cac would smoke.
A couple [Gm] bitches emotion.
We ain't [Am] causing commotion.
But I be [Dm] bragging in both.
And I put the most in.
I get the most out.
[Bb] No doubt.
I brought the [C] clock in until my show out.
[D] I sold out.
We break them hoes out.
Fuck [Bb] your show up.
Then roll out.
I got them [Am] hitting.
Then I rap the ballot [D] thinking no doubt.
Put a duffle bag up on his head.
My [Gm] nigga cash out.
I get the cheese [Am] in large amounts.
They calling [Dm] me the cash cow.
We get the peas.
We get the pints.
And then we [Gm] tax them Uncle Sam.
Give them [Am] teddy bears and T-shirts.
My [D] daughter put them down.
Told that nigga give him round me.
I don't [Bb] trust him.
So it's fuck him.
Brand new [C] chopper.
Suppress them on the whip.
[Dm] When I buzz him, slide on him.
Hit the broader.
Then we double back with different [Bb] cutters.
They [Am] know it's real.
They know it's [Dm] drama.
So they call him on me.
I live the life of a top shotter until the [Gm] day I die.
Yeah, you know [Am] I'm a thug nigga, but I'm a [Dm] still cry.
We ain't doing no drive-bys.
I look [Bb] a minute down.
I stay in number [Am] with this fire.
And I'ma watch [Dm] that nigga die.
Niggas know how we coming, coming.
We slamming [Bb] like we drumming.
Nigga pull up.
[Am] We dump it, dump it.
We shooting.
[Dm] Ain't nothing.
We leaving them niggas slumping, slumping.
See my [Gm] gun ain't running.
I run around.
[Am] Keep them coming, coming.
Murder [Dm] all my clients.
I got the pistol with my pants.
And I'm posting [Bb] where I want to be.
I made [Am] my own label.
I can't see no [Dm] nigga signing me.
I got too much to lose.
I'm taking you.
[Bb] You think you taking me.
I never [Am] been the fool.
I watch your moves.
[Dm] You think you snaking me.
Real killer.
All my [Bb] niggas feel safe with me.
[Am] Even though they really supposed to [Dm] be securing me.
I told Big Sean that I don't really need [Gm] security.
But that's [C] my nigga.
But they mad [Dm] nigga preferring me.
I sincerely [Gm] wrote a note, but they ain't hearing me.
I [C] give a chunk of line of [D] coke to go on killing sprees.
I told the bitch to get the drop [Gm] while she was on her knees.
[Am] She asked me what's in it for her.
[Dm] I said I got a treat.
That's kitty.
Yeah, I left it [Gm] on her face.
And I told her [Dm] that's the only thing you get in from me.
I live the life of a boss player until the [Bb] day I die.
Couple bitches, [C] they feeling on me.
They saying [D] that I'm fly.
They like, dude, I got two [Gm] bitches.
They fucking in the spot.
Her ass fat.
I'm [C] grabbing, gripping.
I'ma squeeze it [D] till it pop.
You know I get around.
I get your pants down.
And then I rock.
Then I'm nigga.
[C] I'ma put my pants down.
Keep [Dm] on my socks.
Jamaican nigga.
She be feeling on my head.
She like my locks.
I put her hand [C] on my cock.
I told her suck it.
[D] Don't stop.
And you can call me Tommy.
I got the drank up [Gm] in my belly.
We sit [C] on them.
Got the pop.
I know you [Dm] got the message.
We ain't about to talk.
Nigga, we [Bb] about to spark.
Pull up [Am] on them.
Then we cock.
Step in [D] white talk.
I got a child, but my B don't really [Bb] be on bullshit.
I'm asking [C] God why I got these problems [Dm] on these pool pics.
Heard another diss today.
I put him on my shooter list.
Shoot [C] it up.
I'm all black.
Ready [Dm] to go do it, man.
Shoot a man.
Gun in hand.
Heaven [Gm] running like the running man.
[C] Where you running when I'm [D] sprinting?
A couple bands.
Wrap the rubber bands.
Put [Bb] it all up on your headbands.
[C] Make them dance
when I'm top [Dm] of the star plane.
You saying what you saying, but I'm saying what I'm [Bb] saying.
And my nigga [Am] off the Xans.
He blam [Dm] on your man.
I had a life of a top shotter until the [Bb] day I die.
Yeah, you know I'm [Am] a thug, nigga, but I'ma [Dm] still cry.
We ain't doing no drive-bys.
I look a [Bb] mini-Zot.
I'm staying over [C] with this fire.
I'ma watch that [D] nigga die.
Niggas know how we coming, coming.
We slamming like [Gm] we drumming.
Niggas pull up.
[Am] We dumper-dumper.
We shooting.
[Dm] I ain't nothing.
We leaving them niggas slumping.
[Gm] Slumping.
See my gun ain't running.
A hundred rounds.
[Am] Keep them coming, [Dm] coming.
Murder on my taunts.
[Bb] [C] Yeah, bitch, let [Dm] me roll.
Been a girl.
We ain't creeping when we sleep.
Tell [Bb] me, Grape.
[C] I'm a top-a-moodle right [Dm] there.
Yeah, [Bb] yeah, yeah, [Am] yeah, yeah, [Dm] yeah.
Bitch, let me roll.
And a little [Bb] top shot.
I got them arms [C] like a god.
To [Dm] be great.
[Bb] [C]
Yeah, turn it up a little bit more.
[C]
[Gm] [C] [Gm] [C] I say [Dm] bitch I'm all right.
That's [C] more.
Damn, Ben Marks shot [F] this too?
[D] Ay, [Bb] ay, ay, ay, ay.
I'm fucked up with [C] this right here.
And that little [Dm] fly shot.
I got the run like a carterfly.
And that little [C] fly shot.
Ay, [Dm] bitch and me rolling.
Fat Cac would smoke.
A couple [Gm] bitches emotion.
We ain't [Am] causing commotion.
But I be [Dm] bragging in both.
And I put the most in.
I get the most out.
[Bb] No doubt.
I brought the [C] clock in until my show out.
[D] I sold out.
We break them hoes out.
Fuck [Bb] your show up.
Then roll out.
I got them [Am] hitting.
Then I rap the ballot [D] thinking no doubt.
Put a duffle bag up on his head.
My [Gm] nigga cash out.
I get the cheese [Am] in large amounts.
They calling [Dm] me the cash cow.
We get the peas.
We get the pints.
And then we [Gm] tax them Uncle Sam.
Give them [Am] teddy bears and T-shirts.
My [D] daughter put them down.
Told that nigga give him round me.
I don't [Bb] trust him.
So it's fuck him.
Brand new [C] chopper.
Suppress them on the whip.
[Dm] When I buzz him, slide on him.
Hit the broader.
Then we double back with different [Bb] cutters.
They [Am] know it's real.
They know it's [Dm] drama.
So they call him on me.
I live the life of a top shotter until the [Gm] day I die.
Yeah, you know [Am] I'm a thug nigga, but I'm a [Dm] still cry.
We ain't doing no drive-bys.
I look [Bb] a minute down.
I stay in number [Am] with this fire.
And I'ma watch [Dm] that nigga die.
Niggas know how we coming, coming.
We slamming [Bb] like we drumming.
Nigga pull up.
[Am] We dump it, dump it.
We shooting.
[Dm] Ain't nothing.
We leaving them niggas slumping, slumping.
See my [Gm] gun ain't running.
I run around.
[Am] Keep them coming, coming.
Murder [Dm] all my clients.
I got the pistol with my pants.
And I'm posting [Bb] where I want to be.
I made [Am] my own label.
I can't see no [Dm] nigga signing me.
I got too much to lose.
I'm taking you.
[Bb] You think you taking me.
I never [Am] been the fool.
I watch your moves.
[Dm] You think you snaking me.
Real killer.
All my [Bb] niggas feel safe with me.
[Am] Even though they really supposed to [Dm] be securing me.
I told Big Sean that I don't really need [Gm] security.
But that's [C] my nigga.
But they mad [Dm] nigga preferring me.
I sincerely [Gm] wrote a note, but they ain't hearing me.
I [C] give a chunk of line of [D] coke to go on killing sprees.
I told the bitch to get the drop [Gm] while she was on her knees.
[Am] She asked me what's in it for her.
[Dm] I said I got a treat.
That's kitty.
Yeah, I left it [Gm] on her face.
And I told her [Dm] that's the only thing you get in from me.
I live the life of a boss player until the [Bb] day I die.
Couple bitches, [C] they feeling on me.
They saying [D] that I'm fly.
They like, dude, I got two [Gm] bitches.
They fucking in the spot.
Her ass fat.
I'm [C] grabbing, gripping.
I'ma squeeze it [D] till it pop.
You know I get around.
I get your pants down.
And then I rock.
Then I'm nigga.
[C] I'ma put my pants down.
Keep [Dm] on my socks.
Jamaican nigga.
She be feeling on my head.
She like my locks.
I put her hand [C] on my cock.
I told her suck it.
[D] Don't stop.
And you can call me Tommy.
I got the drank up [Gm] in my belly.
We sit [C] on them.
Got the pop.
I know you [Dm] got the message.
We ain't about to talk.
Nigga, we [Bb] about to spark.
Pull up [Am] on them.
Then we cock.
Step in [D] white talk.
I got a child, but my B don't really [Bb] be on bullshit.
I'm asking [C] God why I got these problems [Dm] on these pool pics.
Heard another diss today.
I put him on my shooter list.
Shoot [C] it up.
I'm all black.
Ready [Dm] to go do it, man.
Shoot a man.
Gun in hand.
Heaven [Gm] running like the running man.
[C] Where you running when I'm [D] sprinting?
A couple bands.
Wrap the rubber bands.
Put [Bb] it all up on your headbands.
[C] Make them dance
when I'm top [Dm] of the star plane.
You saying what you saying, but I'm saying what I'm [Bb] saying.
And my nigga [Am] off the Xans.
He blam [Dm] on your man.
I had a life of a top shotter until the [Bb] day I die.
Yeah, you know I'm [Am] a thug, nigga, but I'ma [Dm] still cry.
We ain't doing no drive-bys.
I look a [Bb] mini-Zot.
I'm staying over [C] with this fire.
I'ma watch that [D] nigga die.
Niggas know how we coming, coming.
We slamming like [Gm] we drumming.
Niggas pull up.
[Am] We dumper-dumper.
We shooting.
[Dm] I ain't nothing.
We leaving them niggas slumping.
[Gm] Slumping.
See my gun ain't running.
A hundred rounds.
[Am] Keep them coming, [Dm] coming.
Murder on my taunts.
[Bb] [C] Yeah, bitch, let [Dm] me roll.
Been a girl.
We ain't creeping when we sleep.
Tell [Bb] me, Grape.
[C] I'm a top-a-moodle right [Dm] there.
Yeah, [Bb] yeah, yeah, [Am] yeah, yeah, [Dm] yeah.
Bitch, let me roll.
And a little [Bb] top shot.
I got them arms [C] like a god.
To [Dm] be great.
[Bb] [C]
Key:
Dm
C
Bb
Am
Gm
Dm
C
Bb
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ [Gm] _
Yeah, turn it up a little bit more.
_ _ _ [C] _ _
[Gm] _ _ [C] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [C] I say [Dm] bitch I'm all right.
That's [C] more.
Damn, Ben Marks shot [F] this too?
[D] _ Ay, [Bb] ay, ay, ay, ay.
I'm fucked up with [C] this right here.
And that little [Dm] fly shot.
I got the run like a carterfly.
And that little [C] fly shot.
Ay, [Dm] bitch and me rolling.
Fat Cac would smoke.
A couple [Gm] bitches emotion.
We ain't [Am] causing commotion.
But I be [Dm] bragging in both.
And I put the most in.
I get the most out.
[Bb] No doubt.
I brought the [C] clock in until my show out.
[D] I sold out.
We break them hoes out.
Fuck [Bb] your show up.
Then roll out.
I got them [Am] hitting.
Then I rap the ballot [D] thinking no doubt.
Put a duffle bag up on his head.
My [Gm] nigga cash out.
I get the cheese [Am] in large amounts.
They calling [Dm] me the cash cow.
We get the peas.
We get the pints.
And then we [Gm] tax them Uncle Sam.
Give them [Am] teddy bears and T-shirts.
My [D] daughter put them down.
Told that nigga give him round me.
I don't [Bb] trust him.
So it's fuck him.
Brand new [C] chopper.
Suppress them on the whip.
[Dm] When I buzz him, slide on him.
Hit the broader.
Then we double back with different [Bb] cutters.
They [Am] know it's real.
They know it's [Dm] drama.
So they call him on me.
I live the life of a top shotter until the [Gm] day I die.
Yeah, you know [Am] I'm a thug nigga, but I'm a [Dm] still cry.
We ain't doing no drive-bys.
I look [Bb] a minute down.
I stay in number [Am] with this fire.
And I'ma watch [Dm] that nigga die.
Niggas know how we coming, coming.
We slamming [Bb] like we drumming.
Nigga pull up.
[Am] We dump it, dump it.
We shooting.
[Dm] Ain't nothing.
We leaving them niggas slumping, slumping.
See my [Gm] gun ain't running.
I run around.
[Am] Keep them coming, coming.
Murder [Dm] all my clients.
I got the pistol with my pants.
And I'm posting [Bb] where I want to be.
I made [Am] my own label.
I can't see no [Dm] nigga signing me.
I got too much to lose.
I'm taking you.
[Bb] You think you taking me.
I never [Am] been the fool.
I watch your moves.
[Dm] You think you snaking me.
Real killer.
All my [Bb] niggas feel safe with me.
[Am] Even though they really supposed to [Dm] be securing me.
I told Big Sean that I don't really need [Gm] security.
But that's [C] my nigga.
But they mad [Dm] nigga preferring me.
I sincerely [Gm] wrote a note, but they ain't hearing me.
I [C] give a chunk of line of [D] coke to go on killing sprees.
I told the bitch to get the drop [Gm] while she was on her knees.
[Am] She asked me what's in it for her.
[Dm] I said I got a treat.
That's kitty.
Yeah, I left it [Gm] on her face.
And I told her [Dm] that's the only thing you get in from me.
I live the life of a boss player until the [Bb] day I die.
Couple bitches, [C] they feeling on me.
They saying [D] that I'm fly.
They like, dude, I got two [Gm] bitches.
They fucking in the spot.
Her ass fat.
I'm [C] grabbing, gripping.
I'ma squeeze it [D] till it pop.
You know I get around.
I get your pants down.
And then I rock.
Then I'm nigga.
[C] I'ma put my pants down.
Keep [Dm] on my socks.
Jamaican nigga.
She be feeling on my head.
She like my locks.
I put her hand [C] on my cock.
I told her suck it.
[D] Don't stop.
And you can call me Tommy.
I got the drank up [Gm] in my belly.
We sit [C] on them.
Got the pop.
I know you [Dm] got the message.
We ain't about to talk.
Nigga, we [Bb] about to spark.
Pull up [Am] on them.
Then we cock.
Step in [D] white talk.
I got a child, but my B don't really [Bb] be on bullshit.
I'm asking [C] God why I got these problems [Dm] on these pool pics.
Heard another diss today.
I put him on my shooter list.
Shoot [C] it up.
I'm all black.
Ready [Dm] to go do it, man.
Shoot a man.
Gun in hand.
Heaven [Gm] running like the running man.
[C] Where you running when I'm [D] sprinting?
A couple bands.
Wrap the rubber bands.
Put [Bb] it all up on your headbands.
[C] Make them dance
when I'm top [Dm] of the star plane.
You saying what you saying, but I'm saying what I'm [Bb] saying.
And my nigga [Am] off the Xans.
He blam [Dm] on your man.
I had a life of a top shotter until the [Bb] day I die.
Yeah, you know I'm [Am] a thug, nigga, but I'ma [Dm] still cry.
We ain't doing no drive-bys.
I look a [Bb] mini-Zot.
I'm staying over [C] with this fire.
I'ma watch that [D] nigga die.
Niggas know how we coming, coming.
We slamming like [Gm] we drumming.
Niggas pull up.
[Am] We dumper-dumper.
We shooting.
[Dm] I ain't nothing.
We leaving them niggas slumping.
[Gm] Slumping.
See my gun ain't running.
A hundred rounds.
[Am] Keep them coming, [Dm] coming.
Murder on my taunts.
_ _ _ [Bb] _ [C] Yeah, bitch, let [Dm] me roll.
Been a girl.
We ain't creeping when we sleep.
Tell [Bb] me, Grape.
[C] I'm a top-a-moodle right [Dm] there.
_ Yeah, [Bb] yeah, yeah, [Am] yeah, yeah, [Dm] yeah.
Bitch, let me roll.
And a little [Bb] top shot.
I got them arms [C] like a god.
To [Dm] be great.
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ [Gm] _
Yeah, turn it up a little bit more.
_ _ _ [C] _ _
[Gm] _ _ [C] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [C] I say [Dm] bitch I'm all right.
That's [C] more.
Damn, Ben Marks shot [F] this too?
[D] _ Ay, [Bb] ay, ay, ay, ay.
I'm fucked up with [C] this right here.
And that little [Dm] fly shot.
I got the run like a carterfly.
And that little [C] fly shot.
Ay, [Dm] bitch and me rolling.
Fat Cac would smoke.
A couple [Gm] bitches emotion.
We ain't [Am] causing commotion.
But I be [Dm] bragging in both.
And I put the most in.
I get the most out.
[Bb] No doubt.
I brought the [C] clock in until my show out.
[D] I sold out.
We break them hoes out.
Fuck [Bb] your show up.
Then roll out.
I got them [Am] hitting.
Then I rap the ballot [D] thinking no doubt.
Put a duffle bag up on his head.
My [Gm] nigga cash out.
I get the cheese [Am] in large amounts.
They calling [Dm] me the cash cow.
We get the peas.
We get the pints.
And then we [Gm] tax them Uncle Sam.
Give them [Am] teddy bears and T-shirts.
My [D] daughter put them down.
Told that nigga give him round me.
I don't [Bb] trust him.
So it's fuck him.
Brand new [C] chopper.
Suppress them on the whip.
[Dm] When I buzz him, slide on him.
Hit the broader.
Then we double back with different [Bb] cutters.
They [Am] know it's real.
They know it's [Dm] drama.
So they call him on me.
I live the life of a top shotter until the [Gm] day I die.
Yeah, you know [Am] I'm a thug nigga, but I'm a [Dm] still cry.
We ain't doing no drive-bys.
I look [Bb] a minute down.
I stay in number [Am] with this fire.
And I'ma watch [Dm] that nigga die.
Niggas know how we coming, coming.
We slamming [Bb] like we drumming.
Nigga pull up.
[Am] We dump it, dump it.
We shooting.
[Dm] Ain't nothing.
We leaving them niggas slumping, slumping.
See my [Gm] gun ain't running.
I run around.
[Am] Keep them coming, coming.
Murder [Dm] all my clients.
I got the pistol with my pants.
And I'm posting [Bb] where I want to be.
I made [Am] my own label.
I can't see no [Dm] nigga signing me.
I got too much to lose.
I'm taking you.
[Bb] You think you taking me.
I never [Am] been the fool.
I watch your moves.
[Dm] You think you snaking me.
Real killer.
All my [Bb] niggas feel safe with me.
[Am] Even though they really supposed to [Dm] be securing me.
I told Big Sean that I don't really need [Gm] security.
But that's [C] my nigga.
But they mad [Dm] nigga preferring me.
I sincerely [Gm] wrote a note, but they ain't hearing me.
I [C] give a chunk of line of [D] coke to go on killing sprees.
I told the bitch to get the drop [Gm] while she was on her knees.
[Am] She asked me what's in it for her.
[Dm] I said I got a treat.
That's kitty.
Yeah, I left it [Gm] on her face.
And I told her [Dm] that's the only thing you get in from me.
I live the life of a boss player until the [Bb] day I die.
Couple bitches, [C] they feeling on me.
They saying [D] that I'm fly.
They like, dude, I got two [Gm] bitches.
They fucking in the spot.
Her ass fat.
I'm [C] grabbing, gripping.
I'ma squeeze it [D] till it pop.
You know I get around.
I get your pants down.
And then I rock.
Then I'm nigga.
[C] I'ma put my pants down.
Keep [Dm] on my socks.
Jamaican nigga.
She be feeling on my head.
She like my locks.
I put her hand [C] on my cock.
I told her suck it.
[D] Don't stop.
And you can call me Tommy.
I got the drank up [Gm] in my belly.
We sit [C] on them.
Got the pop.
I know you [Dm] got the message.
We ain't about to talk.
Nigga, we [Bb] about to spark.
Pull up [Am] on them.
Then we cock.
Step in [D] white talk.
I got a child, but my B don't really [Bb] be on bullshit.
I'm asking [C] God why I got these problems [Dm] on these pool pics.
Heard another diss today.
I put him on my shooter list.
Shoot [C] it up.
I'm all black.
Ready [Dm] to go do it, man.
Shoot a man.
Gun in hand.
Heaven [Gm] running like the running man.
[C] Where you running when I'm [D] sprinting?
A couple bands.
Wrap the rubber bands.
Put [Bb] it all up on your headbands.
[C] Make them dance
when I'm top [Dm] of the star plane.
You saying what you saying, but I'm saying what I'm [Bb] saying.
And my nigga [Am] off the Xans.
He blam [Dm] on your man.
I had a life of a top shotter until the [Bb] day I die.
Yeah, you know I'm [Am] a thug, nigga, but I'ma [Dm] still cry.
We ain't doing no drive-bys.
I look a [Bb] mini-Zot.
I'm staying over [C] with this fire.
I'ma watch that [D] nigga die.
Niggas know how we coming, coming.
We slamming like [Gm] we drumming.
Niggas pull up.
[Am] We dumper-dumper.
We shooting.
[Dm] I ain't nothing.
We leaving them niggas slumping.
[Gm] Slumping.
See my gun ain't running.
A hundred rounds.
[Am] Keep them coming, [Dm] coming.
Murder on my taunts.
_ _ _ [Bb] _ [C] Yeah, bitch, let [Dm] me roll.
Been a girl.
We ain't creeping when we sleep.
Tell [Bb] me, Grape.
[C] I'm a top-a-moodle right [Dm] there.
_ Yeah, [Bb] yeah, yeah, [Am] yeah, yeah, [Dm] yeah.
Bitch, let me roll.
And a little [Bb] top shot.
I got them arms [C] like a god.
To [Dm] be great.
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