Chords for Quando Rondo - Shooters & Movers [Official Music Video]
Tempo:
132.95 bpm
Chords used:
Cm
Ab
G
Gm
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Cm] I ain't gotta do no count, ayy We had a blast at first, we gave it our [Ab] all, we got it
[Gm] Ayy, we was [Cm] on the block talking one time, yeah I ain't gotta do no count, ayy
We made a whole hundred racks, saw the big room [Ab] match, yeah We made a whole hundred stacks, dropped another pitch, got it, yeah
[G] Q-R-A-E-E [Cm] I post on the block with them shooters and movers, ayy I ain't gotta do no count, ayy
And the no-drop zone, [Ab] we was grinding out the tape I see the hate in the air through these new Cartier's
Shit I threw blue to Koopa Vanilla, see it ain't hard for to tell [G] it I ball out the Camaro
Youngers gon' see when [Cm] I'm tellin' I post on the block with them shooters and movers
I ain't gotta do no count, ayy And the no-drop zone, we [Bb] was grinding [Ab] out the tape
I see the hate in the air through these new Cartier's shit I threw blue to Koopa Vanilla
see it ain't hard for to tell [G] it I ball out the Camaro
Shoot [Cm] that nigga out the lot like a NASCAR Roll that dope out in the pound, we don't do nothing basic
I'm going to the state side and got out the backyard
Talking way out of town, let some blood on my car
Let [Ab] them blacks gotta make sure my mask on
Through the night, spent the time with some killers, that's the vibe
Walk out the house, Shawty tell me she fine
[G] Posted breaking down pounds, I was waiting for this
I don't [Fm] need no [Cm] dogs cause I'm cool with the hoes
Hit a mob on my crew from the young as the hoes
All the tickets, the car just to get you exposed
I'ma make sure that your neck and [Gm] wrist close
If [Ab] you put up a up, you [D] might get a rose
Shawty come make you pop, [Cm] bitch, you rich and rose
Beat [Ab] I made a few dollars, I took more than Rose
Got [G] her on the guac, she's a feast to soldiers
[Cm] Cribbing though by the pot, I been skimming hoes
Scratch a pole to a lot, serve it on the cones
Freely whoopty, he bite it with two or three bodies
Even up in the county, he keep it on
I [Ab] can't fuck on that bitch, since that ho look exotic
Told Lou opp to tell me to keep him ho
400 racks, I don't think he could fit in my pocket
[G] I'ma pull up and post on the streets
I [Cm] post on the block with them shooters and movers
I ain't gotta do no count
In the no drugs [C] zone
We were grinding [Ab] on the cake, I see [Bb] the hit in the air
Through [Ab] these new Cartier's, shit I true blew the coupe of vanilla
See it ain't hard for the killer [G] to ball that Camelo
[Cm] I post on the block with them shooters and movers
I ain't gotta do no count
In the no drugs zone
We were grinding on the cake, I see [D] the hit in the air
Through these new Cartier's, shit [Cm] I true blew the coupe of [Ab] vanilla
See it ain't hard for the killer [G] to ball that Camelo
Post on the block when I [Cm] tell him
[Ab]
[G] Post [Cm] on the block when I tell him
Post [Ab] on the block when I tell him
[G]
[Gm] Ayy, we was [Cm] on the block talking one time, yeah I ain't gotta do no count, ayy
We made a whole hundred racks, saw the big room [Ab] match, yeah We made a whole hundred stacks, dropped another pitch, got it, yeah
[G] Q-R-A-E-E [Cm] I post on the block with them shooters and movers, ayy I ain't gotta do no count, ayy
And the no-drop zone, [Ab] we was grinding out the tape I see the hate in the air through these new Cartier's
Shit I threw blue to Koopa Vanilla, see it ain't hard for to tell [G] it I ball out the Camaro
Youngers gon' see when [Cm] I'm tellin' I post on the block with them shooters and movers
I ain't gotta do no count, ayy And the no-drop zone, we [Bb] was grinding [Ab] out the tape
I see the hate in the air through these new Cartier's shit I threw blue to Koopa Vanilla
see it ain't hard for to tell [G] it I ball out the Camaro
Shoot [Cm] that nigga out the lot like a NASCAR Roll that dope out in the pound, we don't do nothing basic
I'm going to the state side and got out the backyard
Talking way out of town, let some blood on my car
Let [Ab] them blacks gotta make sure my mask on
Through the night, spent the time with some killers, that's the vibe
Walk out the house, Shawty tell me she fine
[G] Posted breaking down pounds, I was waiting for this
I don't [Fm] need no [Cm] dogs cause I'm cool with the hoes
Hit a mob on my crew from the young as the hoes
All the tickets, the car just to get you exposed
I'ma make sure that your neck and [Gm] wrist close
If [Ab] you put up a up, you [D] might get a rose
Shawty come make you pop, [Cm] bitch, you rich and rose
Beat [Ab] I made a few dollars, I took more than Rose
Got [G] her on the guac, she's a feast to soldiers
[Cm] Cribbing though by the pot, I been skimming hoes
Scratch a pole to a lot, serve it on the cones
Freely whoopty, he bite it with two or three bodies
Even up in the county, he keep it on
I [Ab] can't fuck on that bitch, since that ho look exotic
Told Lou opp to tell me to keep him ho
400 racks, I don't think he could fit in my pocket
[G] I'ma pull up and post on the streets
I [Cm] post on the block with them shooters and movers
I ain't gotta do no count
In the no drugs [C] zone
We were grinding [Ab] on the cake, I see [Bb] the hit in the air
Through [Ab] these new Cartier's, shit I true blew the coupe of vanilla
See it ain't hard for the killer [G] to ball that Camelo
[Cm] I post on the block with them shooters and movers
I ain't gotta do no count
In the no drugs zone
We were grinding on the cake, I see [D] the hit in the air
Through these new Cartier's, shit [Cm] I true blew the coupe of [Ab] vanilla
See it ain't hard for the killer [G] to ball that Camelo
Post on the block when I [Cm] tell him
[Ab]
[G] Post [Cm] on the block when I tell him
Post [Ab] on the block when I tell him
[G]
Key:
Cm
Ab
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Gm
Bb
Cm
Ab
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[Cm] _ _ _ _ I ain't gotta do no count, _ ayy We had a blast at first, we gave it our [Ab] all, we got it _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ Ayy, we was [Cm] on the block talking one time, yeah I ain't gotta do no count, ayy
We made a whole hundred racks, saw the big room [Ab] match, yeah We made a whole hundred stacks, dropped another pitch, got it, yeah
[G] Q-R-A-E-E [Cm] I post on the block with them shooters and movers, ayy I ain't gotta do no count, ayy
And the no-drop zone, [Ab] we was grinding out the tape I see the hate in the air through these new Cartier's
Shit I threw blue to Koopa Vanilla, see it ain't hard for to tell [G] it I ball out the Camaro
Youngers gon' see when [Cm] I'm tellin' I post on the block with them shooters and movers
I ain't gotta do no count, ayy And the no-drop zone, we [Bb] was grinding [Ab] out the tape
I see the hate in the air through these new Cartier's shit I threw blue to Koopa Vanilla
see it ain't hard for to tell [G] it I ball out the Camaro
Shoot [Cm] that nigga out the lot like a NASCAR Roll that dope out in the pound, we don't do nothing basic
I'm going to the state side and got out the backyard
Talking way out of town, let some blood on my car
Let [Ab] them blacks gotta make sure my mask on
Through the night, spent the time with some killers, that's the vibe
Walk out the house, Shawty tell me she fine
[G] Posted breaking down pounds, I was waiting for this
I don't [Fm] need no [Cm] dogs cause I'm cool with the hoes
Hit a mob on my crew from the young as the hoes
All the tickets, the car just to get you exposed
I'ma make sure that your neck and [Gm] wrist close
If [Ab] you put up a up, you [D] might get a rose
Shawty come make you pop, [Cm] bitch, you rich and rose
Beat [Ab] I made a few dollars, I took more than Rose
Got [G] her on the guac, she's a feast to soldiers
[Cm] Cribbing though by the pot, I been skimming hoes
Scratch a pole to a lot, serve it on the cones
Freely whoopty, he bite it with two or three bodies
Even up in the county, he keep it on
I [Ab] can't fuck on that bitch, since that ho look exotic
Told Lou opp to tell me to keep him ho
400 racks, I don't think he could fit in my pocket
[G] I'ma pull up and post on the streets
I [Cm] post on the block with them shooters and movers
_ I ain't gotta do no count
_ In the no drugs [C] zone
We were grinding [Ab] on the cake, I see [Bb] the hit in the air
Through [Ab] these new Cartier's, shit I true blew the coupe of vanilla
See it ain't hard for the killer [G] to ball that Camelo
_ [Cm] I post on the block with them shooters and movers
I ain't gotta do no count
_ In the no drugs zone
We were grinding on the cake, I see [D] the hit in the air
Through these new Cartier's, shit [Cm] I true blew the coupe of [Ab] vanilla
See it ain't hard for the killer [G] to ball that Camelo
Post on the block when I [Cm] tell him _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _
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_ _ _ [G] _ _ Post [Cm] on the block when I tell him _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Post [Ab] on the block when I tell him _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ Ayy, we was [Cm] on the block talking one time, yeah I ain't gotta do no count, ayy
We made a whole hundred racks, saw the big room [Ab] match, yeah We made a whole hundred stacks, dropped another pitch, got it, yeah
[G] Q-R-A-E-E [Cm] I post on the block with them shooters and movers, ayy I ain't gotta do no count, ayy
And the no-drop zone, [Ab] we was grinding out the tape I see the hate in the air through these new Cartier's
Shit I threw blue to Koopa Vanilla, see it ain't hard for to tell [G] it I ball out the Camaro
Youngers gon' see when [Cm] I'm tellin' I post on the block with them shooters and movers
I ain't gotta do no count, ayy And the no-drop zone, we [Bb] was grinding [Ab] out the tape
I see the hate in the air through these new Cartier's shit I threw blue to Koopa Vanilla
see it ain't hard for to tell [G] it I ball out the Camaro
Shoot [Cm] that nigga out the lot like a NASCAR Roll that dope out in the pound, we don't do nothing basic
I'm going to the state side and got out the backyard
Talking way out of town, let some blood on my car
Let [Ab] them blacks gotta make sure my mask on
Through the night, spent the time with some killers, that's the vibe
Walk out the house, Shawty tell me she fine
[G] Posted breaking down pounds, I was waiting for this
I don't [Fm] need no [Cm] dogs cause I'm cool with the hoes
Hit a mob on my crew from the young as the hoes
All the tickets, the car just to get you exposed
I'ma make sure that your neck and [Gm] wrist close
If [Ab] you put up a up, you [D] might get a rose
Shawty come make you pop, [Cm] bitch, you rich and rose
Beat [Ab] I made a few dollars, I took more than Rose
Got [G] her on the guac, she's a feast to soldiers
[Cm] Cribbing though by the pot, I been skimming hoes
Scratch a pole to a lot, serve it on the cones
Freely whoopty, he bite it with two or three bodies
Even up in the county, he keep it on
I [Ab] can't fuck on that bitch, since that ho look exotic
Told Lou opp to tell me to keep him ho
400 racks, I don't think he could fit in my pocket
[G] I'ma pull up and post on the streets
I [Cm] post on the block with them shooters and movers
_ I ain't gotta do no count
_ In the no drugs [C] zone
We were grinding [Ab] on the cake, I see [Bb] the hit in the air
Through [Ab] these new Cartier's, shit I true blew the coupe of vanilla
See it ain't hard for the killer [G] to ball that Camelo
_ [Cm] I post on the block with them shooters and movers
I ain't gotta do no count
_ In the no drugs zone
We were grinding on the cake, I see [D] the hit in the air
Through these new Cartier's, shit [Cm] I true blew the coupe of [Ab] vanilla
See it ain't hard for the killer [G] to ball that Camelo
Post on the block when I [Cm] tell him _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [G] _ _ Post [Cm] on the block when I tell him _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Post [Ab] on the block when I tell him _ _ _ _ _
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