Chords for Shotta Fam "No Chorus pt 3" (Dir by @Zach_Hurth) (Prod by KareyMuney) (Official Music Video)

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_ _ _ [D] _ I'm a Zach ass.
_ [D] Shootin' like Zach so you know I keep focated.
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_ [B] _ _ [G#] _ [F#m] _ Mind down, mind down, screamin' rap [D] rhyme.
Nigga play with me, get stealth [F#m] on.
Baby Mexico, bitch, I'm Teflon.
Most niggas in the army [F#m] in Vietnam.
Slow your roll, lil' [D] homie, this shit can't get ugly.
Two fingers and a thumb, bitch, you know what's up [F#m] with me.
You reap on my time, get put on the news.
My nigga, they steppin', they keep them at two.
You run up on me, run up on who?
That 40 gon' knock a nigga out his shoes.
I keep me a Bible, stay on my right.
I keep me a 30, stay on my left.
I step back and shoot, I'm comin' like Steph.
Ballin' too hard, I don't need a ref.
Ice on my wrist and it look like some kiss.
Flexin' too hard, I look like a lick.
They thinkin' I'm blind, I keep [D] me a stick.
I pull up on you and [F#m] I bet that bitch hit.
Mama, I'm sorry, I know I don't listen.
It's like that I'm livin', I know it get wicked.
Police called the phone, you said that I'm trippin'.
I'm tryna think smart and make better decisions.
It _ [D] cut _ [F#m] _ _ your ex like the ace of spades.
Nina, your money find in pockets, diamond wine.
You a Kobe, I'm a MJ.
Herminia wanna be just like me.
I'm the bomb like ISIS.
He buy my style [D] like he Tyson.
Sippin' [N] drink like the Vikings.
Cheese on your head, that's a Packers fan.
Pussy switch side, nigga, that's a fan.
Nina wanna be me, damn, he's a fan.
Back pocket, left side, blue flag.
Travel with them balls, basketball on Chris.
Runnin' raps in traffic, callin' Aunt Miller.
Paid a drug and saw a lot of superstitions.
I could [F#m] ha' you licked up. _
The Y [D] be dressin', my soul [G#] trippin' Thousand Islands.
[F#m] I make that hoe suck a DX, I feel like I'm China.
Me, Mark, Chuck, Toe, Baby Sean, that's a new start.
Three rings like a binder.
That father kickin' back with clubs.
Never saw a nigga where you stay, that's a street code.
Niggas just tryna get rich, Dr.
Rico.
Knocked big rack, I been lookin' out the peephole.
How you get caught slippin', fuck up with a free code.
Shot a band, run shit, fight as the East go.
Get a nigga here from Atlanta, it's a free code.
Marsha, Lynch, and the trap go beast [D] mode.
P's on the phone [C#m] right now, what's the cheat mode?
You find me, didn't know this was part three.
Buy a cutie, move it, buy a cutie, stack the i's three.
Play my nigga game, he'll kill you with a heartbeat.
[A#] Tell him when he done, I won't let him do the job free.
[A] _ _ We run the city, pull on your block and we with it.
Me and Muggin', you can get it.
Chop a glizzle with a stitcher.
When I pull up on you, I hope you had the same intentions.
I send them hitters and they blissin'.
We ain't squashin' shit, nigga, fuck what you intendin'.
Shot a fam and I'm [C#] lieutenant.
I ain't never [E] fold, nah, nigga, I ain't bendin'.
Fuckin' with shotter, this shit get colossal.
I'm choppa, get the singer, sound like an opera.
You can try to run a bullet, go drop it.
Wrap him up, pick him up, get him a doctor.
We bout a dollar for chasin' these bitches.
Quit callin' my phone, bitch, I'm still in the kitchen.
Fuck your intentions, I'm chasin' these riches.
Got no time to be wasted on none of these bitches.
Get put on the heelies, get you took off for a ticket.
We ain't loose as you can fix, but young as gone on a mission.
Pull up with Histen's, they'll never know who this is.
I love my dollars, they all [C#m] vicious.
Ain't none on that [F#m] bitch, if they out quick, then hit the kill switch.
If he want smoke, he can get lit.
Whatever, we with it.
If it's up, I'ma send it.
Shot a fam, [B] heroes on the map.
Yeah, we on one.
[A] Play around, get you [C#] whacked.
T-shirt, now he on some.
Bags after bags after [F#] bags, we extortin'.
Same junk, yo, [B] wash your car and kill you out the sea.
[F#m] Hit on, hit it, it's never no worries.
Young niggas house-steppin', mines purgin'.
They go to them bangers like, well, we thirties.
Watch this nigga, he'll do you dirty.
Everybody around me gettin' money, ain't no handouts.
Shots fired broad day, [B] anywhere your man's [F#m] at.
Put me in the middle of a ride, I bet I stand out.
Gang gang, bitch, a hundred feet, we brought the land out.
And [B] some [D] ain't no [F#m] handguns, them just Dracos.
Lean on me, [Bm] pull up to [A] Zaza's, I need a fake-o.
I'm drinkin' [F#m] red rum, voices [G#] in my head, I hate those.
I get on gold mode, now my body [A] shot is on my say-so.
Check out Dean, [F#] D-B-B feedin', mula we need, it's tropical scene. _
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_ _ _ [F#] And I be shootin' like I'm Zac Eanes.
_ [E] Shootin' like Zac, so you know I keep [A#] 4K.