Chords for Whatcha Gonna Do
Tempo:
80.15 bpm
Chords used:
Abm
Ab
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Once upon a time, not long ago, where gangstas rocked waves so dope and sniffed low, there
was a young G by the name of Sean O, putting it down, cutting it up and cooking it now,
it's been a lot of dick riding for lack of a better word, speculations on the guns I
hold underneath my furs, similarities in my voice, nigga check the words, I'm influential
to those that pitch birds from the curb, dodging and dipping the nox, it's the young Frank
Matthews, the rap version, touch my trap on my smack, the vats bursting, that's certain,
leave your face in your chest and your back jerking, y'all got me fucked up like my Desert
Eagle and my Sig doing bust right, like my guns is raising, motherfucker don't you know
I make your heart stop and your body start shaking, now you know the bottom line of this
rhyme, rhyme, 25 to life plus 9, what you gon' do when shit hit the fan, take it like
a man or snitch like a bitch, what you gon' do when shit hit the fan, pray to God, go
hard or lay up in the mall, what you gon' do when shit hit the fan, take it like a man
or snitch like a bitch, what you gon' do when shit hit the fan, pray to God, go hard or
lay up in the mall, evil grin, dead eyes, walking with a pot, monster, best way to describe
my posture in the swirl of sin, I'm as wicked as they come, moonlighting as a rapper, get
this ticket and I'm done, ain't enough money here, I'd rather be in the tropics with Corsicans
when narcotics is the only topic, Persian rocks and things, the man that made the snow,
Tiger paw, hit every other form of raw, since the teen been handling, nigga been scrambling,
betting on money in Vegas, gambling, desert in the abdomen, pissy drunk, stoweling, staggering,
more than you could imagine in, thoughts rambling, running through my mind, like who's the best
of C's, Biggie, Jay Z and Sean, demented as a youngin', Alpo second coming, evil thoughts
running through my cerebellum, Sean Poe, what the fuck you gon' tell him, hope you niggas
that wanna be fly, my gunshots will propel him, leave him somewhere smelling, repelling,
close caskets for you fucking bastards, come on, what you gon' do when shit hit the fan,
take it like a man or snitch like a bitch, what you gon' do when shit hit the fan, pray
to God, go hard or lay up in the mall, what you gon' do when shit hit the fan, take it
like a man or snitch like a bitch, what you gon' do when shit hit the fan, pray to God,
go hard or lay up in the mall, only the strong survive, weak niggas bleed and get found,
when they fucking face down, numb from the waist down, I done been to hell and back twice
and still don't crack, stared death in the eyes and never blink, your shots ripped through
my neck, went to war with the realest killers, killed friends over jealousy and envy, my
heart's empty, behind the wheel of my Bentley, coked up, feeling invincible, bout to take
over the world, I can't be stopped, not the feds or the fucking cops, not even 17 shots
could put an end to this terror, I'ma live forever, cause gangsters don't break, we just
get plastic surgery and relocate to another state, or Allen, Smallwood, Money Pallet,
Whalen, yo puff, overdub them fucking Valens, this shit is bigger than me though, ask Oliver
North, kill you, then use your corpse to transport horse, leave your brain seeing from your fucking
car window, any nigga snitching, giving info, since my mother's stomach, coke and liquor
was the mixture, better be prepared when we hit ya, [Abm] what you gon' do when shit hit the
fan, take it like a man, or snitch like a bitch, huh, what you gon' do when shit hit
the fan, pray to god, go hard, or lay up in the mob, what you gon' do when shit hit the
fan, take it like a man, or snitch like a bitch, huh, what you gon' do when shit hit
the fan, pray to god, go hard, or lay up in [Ab] the mob, what you gon' do when shit hit the
fan, take it like a man, or snitch like a bitch.
[Abm] [Ab]
was a young G by the name of Sean O, putting it down, cutting it up and cooking it now,
it's been a lot of dick riding for lack of a better word, speculations on the guns I
hold underneath my furs, similarities in my voice, nigga check the words, I'm influential
to those that pitch birds from the curb, dodging and dipping the nox, it's the young Frank
Matthews, the rap version, touch my trap on my smack, the vats bursting, that's certain,
leave your face in your chest and your back jerking, y'all got me fucked up like my Desert
Eagle and my Sig doing bust right, like my guns is raising, motherfucker don't you know
I make your heart stop and your body start shaking, now you know the bottom line of this
rhyme, rhyme, 25 to life plus 9, what you gon' do when shit hit the fan, take it like
a man or snitch like a bitch, what you gon' do when shit hit the fan, pray to God, go
hard or lay up in the mall, what you gon' do when shit hit the fan, take it like a man
or snitch like a bitch, what you gon' do when shit hit the fan, pray to God, go hard or
lay up in the mall, evil grin, dead eyes, walking with a pot, monster, best way to describe
my posture in the swirl of sin, I'm as wicked as they come, moonlighting as a rapper, get
this ticket and I'm done, ain't enough money here, I'd rather be in the tropics with Corsicans
when narcotics is the only topic, Persian rocks and things, the man that made the snow,
Tiger paw, hit every other form of raw, since the teen been handling, nigga been scrambling,
betting on money in Vegas, gambling, desert in the abdomen, pissy drunk, stoweling, staggering,
more than you could imagine in, thoughts rambling, running through my mind, like who's the best
of C's, Biggie, Jay Z and Sean, demented as a youngin', Alpo second coming, evil thoughts
running through my cerebellum, Sean Poe, what the fuck you gon' tell him, hope you niggas
that wanna be fly, my gunshots will propel him, leave him somewhere smelling, repelling,
close caskets for you fucking bastards, come on, what you gon' do when shit hit the fan,
take it like a man or snitch like a bitch, what you gon' do when shit hit the fan, pray
to God, go hard or lay up in the mall, what you gon' do when shit hit the fan, take it
like a man or snitch like a bitch, what you gon' do when shit hit the fan, pray to God,
go hard or lay up in the mall, only the strong survive, weak niggas bleed and get found,
when they fucking face down, numb from the waist down, I done been to hell and back twice
and still don't crack, stared death in the eyes and never blink, your shots ripped through
my neck, went to war with the realest killers, killed friends over jealousy and envy, my
heart's empty, behind the wheel of my Bentley, coked up, feeling invincible, bout to take
over the world, I can't be stopped, not the feds or the fucking cops, not even 17 shots
could put an end to this terror, I'ma live forever, cause gangsters don't break, we just
get plastic surgery and relocate to another state, or Allen, Smallwood, Money Pallet,
Whalen, yo puff, overdub them fucking Valens, this shit is bigger than me though, ask Oliver
North, kill you, then use your corpse to transport horse, leave your brain seeing from your fucking
car window, any nigga snitching, giving info, since my mother's stomach, coke and liquor
was the mixture, better be prepared when we hit ya, [Abm] what you gon' do when shit hit the
fan, take it like a man, or snitch like a bitch, huh, what you gon' do when shit hit
the fan, pray to god, go hard, or lay up in the mob, what you gon' do when shit hit the
fan, take it like a man, or snitch like a bitch, huh, what you gon' do when shit hit
the fan, pray to god, go hard, or lay up in [Ab] the mob, what you gon' do when shit hit the
fan, take it like a man, or snitch like a bitch.
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_ _ _ Once upon a time, not long ago, where gangstas rocked waves so dope and sniffed low, there
was a young G by the name of Sean O, putting it down, cutting it up and cooking it now,
it's been a lot of dick riding for lack of a better word, speculations on the guns I
hold underneath my furs, similarities in my voice, nigga check the words, I'm influential
to those that pitch birds from the curb, dodging and dipping the nox, it's the young Frank
Matthews, the rap version, touch my trap on my smack, the vats bursting, that's certain,
leave your face in your chest and your back jerking, y'all got me fucked up like my Desert
Eagle and my Sig doing bust right, like my guns is raising, motherfucker don't you know
I make your heart stop and your body start shaking, now you know the bottom line of this
rhyme, rhyme, 25 to life plus 9, what you gon' do when shit hit the fan, take it like
a man or snitch like a bitch, what you gon' do when shit hit the fan, pray to God, go
hard or lay up in the mall, what you gon' do when shit hit the fan, take it like a man
or snitch like a bitch, what you gon' do when shit hit the fan, pray to God, go hard or
lay up in the mall, evil grin, dead eyes, walking with a pot, monster, best way to describe
my posture in the swirl of sin, I'm as wicked as they come, moonlighting as a rapper, get
this ticket and I'm done, ain't enough money here, I'd rather be in the tropics with Corsicans
when narcotics is the only topic, Persian rocks and things, the man that made the snow,
Tiger paw, hit every other form of raw, since the teen been handling, nigga been scrambling,
betting on money in Vegas, gambling, desert in the abdomen, pissy drunk, stoweling, staggering,
more than you could imagine in, thoughts rambling, running through my mind, like who's the best
of C's, Biggie, Jay Z and Sean, demented as a youngin', Alpo second coming, evil thoughts
running through my cerebellum, Sean Poe, what the fuck you gon' tell him, hope you niggas
that wanna be fly, my gunshots will propel him, leave him somewhere smelling, repelling,
close caskets for you fucking bastards, come on, what you gon' do when shit hit the fan,
take it like a man or snitch like a bitch, what you gon' do when shit hit the fan, pray
to God, go hard or lay up in the mall, what you gon' do when shit hit the fan, take it
like a man or snitch like a bitch, what you gon' do when shit hit the fan, pray to God,
go hard or lay up in the mall, only the strong survive, weak niggas bleed and get found,
when they fucking face down, numb from the waist down, I done been to hell and back twice
and still don't crack, stared death in the eyes and never blink, your shots ripped through
my neck, went to war with the realest killers, killed friends over jealousy and envy, my
heart's empty, behind the wheel of my Bentley, coked up, feeling invincible, bout to take
over the world, I can't be stopped, not the feds or the fucking cops, not even 17 shots
could put an end to this terror, I'ma live forever, cause gangsters don't break, we just
get plastic surgery and relocate to another state, or Allen, Smallwood, Money Pallet,
Whalen, yo puff, overdub them fucking Valens, this shit is bigger than me though, ask Oliver
North, kill you, then use your corpse to transport horse, leave your brain seeing from your fucking
car window, any nigga snitching, giving info, since my mother's stomach, coke and liquor
was the mixture, better be prepared when we hit ya, [Abm] what you gon' do when shit hit the
fan, take it like a man, or snitch like a bitch, huh, what you gon' do when shit hit
the fan, pray to god, go hard, or lay up in the mob, what you gon' do when shit hit the
fan, take it like a man, or snitch like a bitch, huh, what you gon' do when shit hit
the fan, pray to god, go hard, or lay up in [Ab] the mob, what you gon' do when shit hit the
fan, take it like a man, or snitch like a bitch.
[Abm] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Once upon a time, not long ago, where gangstas rocked waves so dope and sniffed low, there
was a young G by the name of Sean O, putting it down, cutting it up and cooking it now,
it's been a lot of dick riding for lack of a better word, speculations on the guns I
hold underneath my furs, similarities in my voice, nigga check the words, I'm influential
to those that pitch birds from the curb, dodging and dipping the nox, it's the young Frank
Matthews, the rap version, touch my trap on my smack, the vats bursting, that's certain,
leave your face in your chest and your back jerking, y'all got me fucked up like my Desert
Eagle and my Sig doing bust right, like my guns is raising, motherfucker don't you know
I make your heart stop and your body start shaking, now you know the bottom line of this
rhyme, rhyme, 25 to life plus 9, what you gon' do when shit hit the fan, take it like
a man or snitch like a bitch, what you gon' do when shit hit the fan, pray to God, go
hard or lay up in the mall, what you gon' do when shit hit the fan, take it like a man
or snitch like a bitch, what you gon' do when shit hit the fan, pray to God, go hard or
lay up in the mall, evil grin, dead eyes, walking with a pot, monster, best way to describe
my posture in the swirl of sin, I'm as wicked as they come, moonlighting as a rapper, get
this ticket and I'm done, ain't enough money here, I'd rather be in the tropics with Corsicans
when narcotics is the only topic, Persian rocks and things, the man that made the snow,
Tiger paw, hit every other form of raw, since the teen been handling, nigga been scrambling,
betting on money in Vegas, gambling, desert in the abdomen, pissy drunk, stoweling, staggering,
more than you could imagine in, thoughts rambling, running through my mind, like who's the best
of C's, Biggie, Jay Z and Sean, demented as a youngin', Alpo second coming, evil thoughts
running through my cerebellum, Sean Poe, what the fuck you gon' tell him, hope you niggas
that wanna be fly, my gunshots will propel him, leave him somewhere smelling, repelling,
close caskets for you fucking bastards, come on, what you gon' do when shit hit the fan,
take it like a man or snitch like a bitch, what you gon' do when shit hit the fan, pray
to God, go hard or lay up in the mall, what you gon' do when shit hit the fan, take it
like a man or snitch like a bitch, what you gon' do when shit hit the fan, pray to God,
go hard or lay up in the mall, only the strong survive, weak niggas bleed and get found,
when they fucking face down, numb from the waist down, I done been to hell and back twice
and still don't crack, stared death in the eyes and never blink, your shots ripped through
my neck, went to war with the realest killers, killed friends over jealousy and envy, my
heart's empty, behind the wheel of my Bentley, coked up, feeling invincible, bout to take
over the world, I can't be stopped, not the feds or the fucking cops, not even 17 shots
could put an end to this terror, I'ma live forever, cause gangsters don't break, we just
get plastic surgery and relocate to another state, or Allen, Smallwood, Money Pallet,
Whalen, yo puff, overdub them fucking Valens, this shit is bigger than me though, ask Oliver
North, kill you, then use your corpse to transport horse, leave your brain seeing from your fucking
car window, any nigga snitching, giving info, since my mother's stomach, coke and liquor
was the mixture, better be prepared when we hit ya, [Abm] what you gon' do when shit hit the
fan, take it like a man, or snitch like a bitch, huh, what you gon' do when shit hit
the fan, pray to god, go hard, or lay up in the mob, what you gon' do when shit hit the
fan, take it like a man, or snitch like a bitch, huh, what you gon' do when shit hit
the fan, pray to god, go hard, or lay up in [Ab] the mob, what you gon' do when shit hit the
fan, take it like a man, or snitch like a bitch.
[Abm] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _