Chords for Tee Grizzley & Skilla Baby - Striker Music [Official Video]
Tempo:
79.95 bpm
Chords used:
B
Em
E
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Em]
[B]
[Em]
[B]
Bad demon TRX, back to back, somebody gon' get stressed
You tryna catch a hack, I cannot be the driver
I'm the one with choppers in the back, switchy on my strap
You know I got these Glockies on my lap, [B] let me catch em
Send em up to heaven, pop em in a hat, they want me to stop
I'm not, they call the [Em] cops, I'm coming [B] back, pull up in a Stryker
Up my fully on the putty, be on my belt, give em a whoop
And neighbors looking, send me [Em] coup shots off the [B] Glock
Devin Booker, I a papa nigga's sister, I a drop it nigga
Mama, I let off shots, leave, return with the strap like Sata
I be on the block, Evoque, fi-fi-fi that boy body got more hoes than more [Em] bombs
[E] Stryker music, let my [Em]
[E] [B]
little nigga strike [Em]
[B] to it
Bring my niggas out in them DLC, they putting that knife on shit
You post all hell, cap my niggas [Em] cape because they [B] striking shit
I know bro is cool when he told me he don't like the switch
That ain't no everyday, ain't nothing like that single fire bitch
We got ARPs, we got Ks, we got Glocks and Drakes
Cutting through the traffic, get em [Em] straight, bitch fuck [B] out our way
Shiesty mad so they can't see our face, when we eat they face
Told the driver, turn this bitch decock, don't let [E] off them brakes
Good nigga, keep on talking [Em] spicy with his sweet ass
Speed pass, [B] repass, told him steal the cats and not to track them bitches
Eat gas, hop out throwing at you out of nowhere, nigga think [Em] fast
Stryker music, let my little nigga [B] [Em]
[B]
[Em] [B]
strike to it
[C#] [B]
[Em] [B]
[N]
[B]
[Em]
[B]
Bad demon TRX, back to back, somebody gon' get stressed
You tryna catch a hack, I cannot be the driver
I'm the one with choppers in the back, switchy on my strap
You know I got these Glockies on my lap, [B] let me catch em
Send em up to heaven, pop em in a hat, they want me to stop
I'm not, they call the [Em] cops, I'm coming [B] back, pull up in a Stryker
Up my fully on the putty, be on my belt, give em a whoop
And neighbors looking, send me [Em] coup shots off the [B] Glock
Devin Booker, I a papa nigga's sister, I a drop it nigga
Mama, I let off shots, leave, return with the strap like Sata
I be on the block, Evoque, fi-fi-fi that boy body got more hoes than more [Em] bombs
[E] Stryker music, let my [Em]
[E] [B]
little nigga strike [Em]
[B] to it
Bring my niggas out in them DLC, they putting that knife on shit
You post all hell, cap my niggas [Em] cape because they [B] striking shit
I know bro is cool when he told me he don't like the switch
That ain't no everyday, ain't nothing like that single fire bitch
We got ARPs, we got Ks, we got Glocks and Drakes
Cutting through the traffic, get em [Em] straight, bitch fuck [B] out our way
Shiesty mad so they can't see our face, when we eat they face
Told the driver, turn this bitch decock, don't let [E] off them brakes
Good nigga, keep on talking [Em] spicy with his sweet ass
Speed pass, [B] repass, told him steal the cats and not to track them bitches
Eat gas, hop out throwing at you out of nowhere, nigga think [Em] fast
Stryker music, let my little nigga [B] [Em]
[B]
[Em] [B]
strike to it
[C#] [B]
[Em] [B]
[N]
Key:
B
Em
E
C#
B
Em
E
C#
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
Bad demon TRX, back to back, somebody gon' get stressed
You tryna catch a hack, I cannot be the driver
I'm the one with choppers in the back, switchy on my strap
You know I got these Glockies on my lap, [B] let me catch em
Send em up to heaven, pop em in a hat, they want me to stop
I'm not, they call the [Em] cops, I'm coming [B] back, pull up in a Stryker
Up my fully on the putty, be on my belt, give em a whoop
And neighbors looking, send me [Em] coup shots off the [B] Glock
Devin Booker, I a papa nigga's sister, I a drop it nigga
Mama, I let off shots, leave, return with the strap like Sata
I be on the block, Evoque, fi-fi-fi that boy body got more hoes than more [Em] bombs
[E] Stryker music, let my _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [B] _
little nigga strike _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ to it
Bring my niggas out in them DLC, they putting that knife on shit
You post all hell, cap my niggas [Em] cape because they [B] striking shit
I know bro is cool when he told me he don't like the switch
That ain't no everyday, ain't nothing like that single fire bitch
We got ARPs, we got Ks, we got Glocks and Drakes
Cutting through the traffic, get em [Em] straight, bitch fuck [B] out our way
Shiesty mad so they can't see our face, when we eat they face
Told the driver, turn this bitch decock, don't let [E] off them brakes
Good nigga, keep on talking [Em] spicy with his sweet ass
Speed pass, [B] repass, told him steal the cats and not to track them bitches
Eat gas, hop out throwing at you out of nowhere, nigga think [Em] fast
Stryker music, let my little nigga [B] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ strike to it _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
Bad demon TRX, back to back, somebody gon' get stressed
You tryna catch a hack, I cannot be the driver
I'm the one with choppers in the back, switchy on my strap
You know I got these Glockies on my lap, [B] let me catch em
Send em up to heaven, pop em in a hat, they want me to stop
I'm not, they call the [Em] cops, I'm coming [B] back, pull up in a Stryker
Up my fully on the putty, be on my belt, give em a whoop
And neighbors looking, send me [Em] coup shots off the [B] Glock
Devin Booker, I a papa nigga's sister, I a drop it nigga
Mama, I let off shots, leave, return with the strap like Sata
I be on the block, Evoque, fi-fi-fi that boy body got more hoes than more [Em] bombs
[E] Stryker music, let my _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [B] _
little nigga strike _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ to it
Bring my niggas out in them DLC, they putting that knife on shit
You post all hell, cap my niggas [Em] cape because they [B] striking shit
I know bro is cool when he told me he don't like the switch
That ain't no everyday, ain't nothing like that single fire bitch
We got ARPs, we got Ks, we got Glocks and Drakes
Cutting through the traffic, get em [Em] straight, bitch fuck [B] out our way
Shiesty mad so they can't see our face, when we eat they face
Told the driver, turn this bitch decock, don't let [E] off them brakes
Good nigga, keep on talking [Em] spicy with his sweet ass
Speed pass, [B] repass, told him steal the cats and not to track them bitches
Eat gas, hop out throwing at you out of nowhere, nigga think [Em] fast
Stryker music, let my little nigga [B] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ strike to it _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _