Chords for Shy Glizzy - Slime-U-Out (feat. 21 Savage) [Official Visualizer]

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_ [Ebm] _ _ I got a vision, my lord here to bust another cop
Shoot with the 6, and all I do is send it out to God
So I hope he listen, 30 shots I'm bustin' at the top
Ain't no way I'm missin' All my niggas droppin' givin' money
Let that gizzy out Move my dog to LA on a run
He let that figgy out You ain't givin' money
Fuck them bitches, what you livin' [F] for?
Money makin' heavy, but I'll slam you out like I'm Oko
I wanna take it big, but yeah, I guess you [Eb] think I'm cooler
I don't fuck with bitches, niggas, every nigga around me shootin'
I rob a nigga for him, I just take it to the dealer
Is this a rich or milli'?
We don't rock no Frank Miller
I fuck with niggas a little, but I don't bring a wild stick
I'm too big for my hood, but I still be there every day
Sometimes I gotta go slide just to love my own place
They think that I'm a rapper, I take their ass away
I be with them choppas, big, sendin' ass in packages
She just gotta bitch who black and rich, I think she Immaculate
These niggas be toppin' in, they be on some coppin' shit
Got my Glock glued to my hip, I don't do no lockin', [Ebm] bitch
And if they come and hit the spot, I got tunnel vision
My lil' hitta bustin' out the cop, shoot with the sick
Girl, I'm not just sendin' this after God
So I hope he less than 30 shots, I'm bustin' [Ab] at the top
Ain't no way [Ebm] I'm missin' all my niggas, try be givin' money
Let that gizzy out Move my dog to [Cm] LA on a run
He let that figgy out [Ebm] You ain't givin' money
For them bitches, what you livin' [C] for?
Money makin' half-a-buck, I'll tell y'all I got a four
Switch [Eb] on my Glock, they know how we rock
I ain't got no ops, all they ask, pop
They say they gon' spend, I know that [E] they die
Fill them up with hollows, he said they was [Ebm] hot
Double back again, when we done, we finna smack his friend
Rock out with my twins, call my brother, yo shit get splat again
4L to the end, when they rhymin', I think of Benz
Pride Day we spend, jump in the box when [G] we goin' in the wind
[Eb] Everybody act like they got milk, shit we got revenge
I don't never walk inside no church, cause I'm committin' sins
Keep on talkin', we gon' make a frown up outta that grin
Bitch-ass-op won't even get on live, he got shot in his [Ebm] chin
And if they come and hit the spot, I got ton of vision
My lil' hitta bustin' out the cop, shoot with the sick
Girl, I'm not the sinner, that's the God
So I hope he listen, 30 shots, I'm [Eb] bustin' at the top
Ain't no way I'm missin' [Ebm] all my niggas, try be givin' money
Let that gizzy out Move my dog to LA on a run
He let that bitty out Go and give him money
Fuck them bitches, what you livin' for?
Money [F] makin' happy, but I slam you out like [Ebm] I'm cold _ _ _ _ _ _
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