Chords for Your Favorite Martian - Sh!tty G [Official Music Video]
Tempo:
93.05 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
Gm
Bb
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Start Jamming...
[G] [Am]
I'm a rapper.
[G] I'm a rebel.
Two middle fingers in [C] the air.
[G] I'm a wannabe.
Yeah, shitty G.
But I don't really care.
Ain't nobody quite like me.
Cause my [C] name is shitty G.
[G] Ain't [Gm] nobody quite like me.
[G] Shitty G.
Let me tell you about my main man, shitty G.
He never lived in the city.
He's [C] from the middle of Tennessee.
[G] He's got a wife.
She's morbidly obese.
While shitty sits at Denny's sipping 40's of O-E.
No toilet in his trailer.
He'll piss on the street.
Shitty G would bite your style, [C] but he's missing some teeth.
[G] Rocking white beaters with pit stains.
Shit, he's so humble.
Yo, I'm the shit man.
King of the trailer park.
Thinks he's hard as nails.
Front yard looking [C] like a junkyard sale.
[G] Rolling round on a riding mower.
Mouth full of chew.
Sipping on Jack Daniels mixed with Mountain Dew.
Always running from the cops.
Getting charged [Gm] with theft.
They wanna be high bars, [C] but he's hard to catch.
[G] Always hustling something.
His hands are never clean.
Plus he's got the worst [Gm] tattoos that you've ever seen.
[G] I'm a rapper.
I'm a rebel.
Two middle [Gm] fingers in the air.
[G] I'm a wannabe.
Yeah, a shitty G.
But I don't really care.
[C] Ain't nobody [G] quite like me.
Cause my name is shitty G.
[C] Ain't nobody [G] quite like me.
Shitty G.
Catch him drinking cans of Bush Light.
Smoking Newports.
Bumping Tony Keith in Too Short.
[G] He grows his own reefer.
Steals cable from his neighbors.
You can always smell the vapors
from the meth lab in his trailer.
He thinks he's bad just like his clit.
He's got a sugar mama, [C] but shit, he is [G] diabetic.
He's got a poster of Fetterline, his hero.
He'll drink a box of wine and say,
What up, my negro?
I'm a rapper.
I'm a rebel.
Two middle [C] fingers in the air.
[G] I'm a wannabe.
Yeah, a shitty G.
But I don't really [Gm] care.
[C] Ain't nobody [G] quite like me.
Cause my name is shitty G.
[C] [Bb] Ain't nobody quite like me.
Shitty G.
[A] [G] Alright, man, here I go.
Y'all ain't never heard rhymes like these.
I'm about to [Ab] spit more fire than [G] illegal Chinese [D] fireworks.
Alright, here we go.
[Gm] Why y'all messing with me?
[G] I'm freaking awesome.
I got so [C] many foes, but I can't exactly call [G] them cause I didn't pay my phone bill.
Instead, I bought some reefer.
When my album drops, you homos will be believers.
And I'ma build a studio when I get my settlement from an old car wreck.
And I'ma buy a confederate flag for my bedroom.
That shit is stupid cool.
And y'all will laugh when [E] I graduate from computer [G] school.
It's freaking embarrassing when I tell my Mexican friends they need to speak American.
I got speakers for my beats.
They're in my car propped up against my baby seat.
And I'ma make it crack this year, drinking 30 packs, working on my rap career.
You'll laugh, but this ain't no joke.
I'm out here rapping on the streets for all the country folks.
I'm a rapper.
I'm a rebel.
Little fingers [C] in the air.
[G] I'm a wannabe.
Yeah, shitty G.
But I don't really care.
[C] Ain't nobody quite like me.
Cause my name is shitty G.
[Bb] Ain't nobody quite like me.
Shitty, shitty, shitty G.
Yeah, that's shitty G right there.
And the new album's about to drop.
Well, I don't know when the new album's about to drop, but it's gonna be more amazing than two cats fucking in an outhouse
I'm a rapper.
[G] I'm a rebel.
Two middle fingers in [C] the air.
[G] I'm a wannabe.
Yeah, shitty G.
But I don't really care.
Ain't nobody quite like me.
Cause my [C] name is shitty G.
[G] Ain't [Gm] nobody quite like me.
[G] Shitty G.
Let me tell you about my main man, shitty G.
He never lived in the city.
He's [C] from the middle of Tennessee.
[G] He's got a wife.
She's morbidly obese.
While shitty sits at Denny's sipping 40's of O-E.
No toilet in his trailer.
He'll piss on the street.
Shitty G would bite your style, [C] but he's missing some teeth.
[G] Rocking white beaters with pit stains.
Shit, he's so humble.
Yo, I'm the shit man.
King of the trailer park.
Thinks he's hard as nails.
Front yard looking [C] like a junkyard sale.
[G] Rolling round on a riding mower.
Mouth full of chew.
Sipping on Jack Daniels mixed with Mountain Dew.
Always running from the cops.
Getting charged [Gm] with theft.
They wanna be high bars, [C] but he's hard to catch.
[G] Always hustling something.
His hands are never clean.
Plus he's got the worst [Gm] tattoos that you've ever seen.
[G] I'm a rapper.
I'm a rebel.
Two middle [Gm] fingers in the air.
[G] I'm a wannabe.
Yeah, a shitty G.
But I don't really care.
[C] Ain't nobody [G] quite like me.
Cause my name is shitty G.
[C] Ain't nobody [G] quite like me.
Shitty G.
Catch him drinking cans of Bush Light.
Smoking Newports.
Bumping Tony Keith in Too Short.
[G] He grows his own reefer.
Steals cable from his neighbors.
You can always smell the vapors
from the meth lab in his trailer.
He thinks he's bad just like his clit.
He's got a sugar mama, [C] but shit, he is [G] diabetic.
He's got a poster of Fetterline, his hero.
He'll drink a box of wine and say,
What up, my negro?
I'm a rapper.
I'm a rebel.
Two middle [C] fingers in the air.
[G] I'm a wannabe.
Yeah, a shitty G.
But I don't really [Gm] care.
[C] Ain't nobody [G] quite like me.
Cause my name is shitty G.
[C] [Bb] Ain't nobody quite like me.
Shitty G.
[A] [G] Alright, man, here I go.
Y'all ain't never heard rhymes like these.
I'm about to [Ab] spit more fire than [G] illegal Chinese [D] fireworks.
Alright, here we go.
[Gm] Why y'all messing with me?
[G] I'm freaking awesome.
I got so [C] many foes, but I can't exactly call [G] them cause I didn't pay my phone bill.
Instead, I bought some reefer.
When my album drops, you homos will be believers.
And I'ma build a studio when I get my settlement from an old car wreck.
And I'ma buy a confederate flag for my bedroom.
That shit is stupid cool.
And y'all will laugh when [E] I graduate from computer [G] school.
It's freaking embarrassing when I tell my Mexican friends they need to speak American.
I got speakers for my beats.
They're in my car propped up against my baby seat.
And I'ma make it crack this year, drinking 30 packs, working on my rap career.
You'll laugh, but this ain't no joke.
I'm out here rapping on the streets for all the country folks.
I'm a rapper.
I'm a rebel.
Little fingers [C] in the air.
[G] I'm a wannabe.
Yeah, shitty G.
But I don't really care.
[C] Ain't nobody quite like me.
Cause my name is shitty G.
[Bb] Ain't nobody quite like me.
Shitty, shitty, shitty G.
Yeah, that's shitty G right there.
And the new album's about to drop.
Well, I don't know when the new album's about to drop, but it's gonna be more amazing than two cats fucking in an outhouse
Key:
G
C
Gm
Bb
Am
G
C
Gm
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [Am] _ _
I'm a rapper.
[G] I'm a rebel.
Two middle fingers in [C] the air.
[G] I'm a wannabe.
Yeah, shitty G.
But I don't really care.
Ain't nobody quite like me.
Cause my [C] name is shitty G.
[G] Ain't [Gm] nobody quite like me.
_ [G] Shitty G.
Let me tell you about my main man, shitty G.
He never lived in the city.
He's [C] from the middle of Tennessee.
[G] He's got a wife.
She's morbidly obese.
While shitty sits at Denny's sipping 40's of O-E.
No toilet in his trailer.
He'll piss on the street.
Shitty G would bite your style, [C] but he's missing some teeth.
[G] Rocking white beaters with pit stains.
Shit, he's so humble.
Yo, I'm the shit man.
King of the trailer park.
Thinks he's hard as nails.
Front yard looking [C] like a junkyard sale.
[G] Rolling round on a riding mower.
Mouth full of chew.
Sipping on Jack Daniels mixed with Mountain Dew.
Always running from the cops.
Getting charged [Gm] with theft.
They wanna be high bars, [C] but he's hard to catch.
[G] Always hustling something.
His hands are never clean.
Plus he's got the worst [Gm] tattoos that you've ever seen.
[G] I'm a rapper.
I'm a rebel.
Two middle [Gm] fingers in the air.
[G] I'm a wannabe.
Yeah, a shitty G.
But I don't really care.
[C] Ain't nobody [G] quite like me.
Cause my name is shitty G.
[C] Ain't nobody [G] quite like me.
_ Shitty G.
Catch him drinking cans of Bush Light.
Smoking Newports.
Bumping Tony Keith in Too Short.
[G] He grows his own reefer.
Steals cable from his neighbors.
You can always smell the vapors
from the meth lab in his trailer.
He thinks he's bad just like his clit.
He's got a sugar mama, [C] but shit, he is [G] diabetic.
He's got a poster of Fetterline, his hero.
He'll drink a box of wine and say,
What up, my negro?
I'm a rapper.
I'm a rebel.
Two middle [C] fingers in the air.
[G] I'm a wannabe.
Yeah, a shitty G.
But I don't really [Gm] care.
[C] Ain't nobody [G] quite like me.
Cause my name is shitty G.
[C] [Bb] Ain't nobody quite like me.
Shitty G. _
[A] _ [G] Alright, man, here I go.
Y'all ain't never heard rhymes like these.
I'm about to [Ab] spit more fire than [G] illegal Chinese [D] fireworks.
Alright, here we go.
[Gm] Why y'all messing with me?
[G] I'm freaking awesome.
I got so [C] many foes, but I can't exactly call [G] them cause I didn't pay my phone bill.
Instead, I bought some reefer.
When my album drops, you homos will be believers.
And I'ma build a studio when I get my settlement from an old car wreck.
And I'ma buy a confederate flag for my bedroom.
That shit is stupid cool.
And y'all will laugh when [E] I graduate from computer [G] school.
It's freaking embarrassing when I tell my Mexican friends they need to speak American.
I got speakers for my beats.
They're in my car propped up against my baby seat.
And I'ma make it crack this year, drinking 30 packs, working on my rap career.
You'll laugh, but this ain't no joke.
I'm out here rapping on the streets for all the country folks.
I'm a rapper.
I'm a rebel.
Little fingers [C] in the air.
[G] I'm a wannabe.
Yeah, shitty G.
But I don't really care.
[C] Ain't nobody quite like me.
Cause my name is shitty G.
[Bb] Ain't nobody quite like me.
Shitty, shitty, shitty G.
_ Yeah, that's shitty G right there.
And the new album's about to drop.
Well, I don't know when the new album's about to drop, but it's gonna be more amazing than two cats fucking in an outhouse
I'm a rapper.
[G] I'm a rebel.
Two middle fingers in [C] the air.
[G] I'm a wannabe.
Yeah, shitty G.
But I don't really care.
Ain't nobody quite like me.
Cause my [C] name is shitty G.
[G] Ain't [Gm] nobody quite like me.
_ [G] Shitty G.
Let me tell you about my main man, shitty G.
He never lived in the city.
He's [C] from the middle of Tennessee.
[G] He's got a wife.
She's morbidly obese.
While shitty sits at Denny's sipping 40's of O-E.
No toilet in his trailer.
He'll piss on the street.
Shitty G would bite your style, [C] but he's missing some teeth.
[G] Rocking white beaters with pit stains.
Shit, he's so humble.
Yo, I'm the shit man.
King of the trailer park.
Thinks he's hard as nails.
Front yard looking [C] like a junkyard sale.
[G] Rolling round on a riding mower.
Mouth full of chew.
Sipping on Jack Daniels mixed with Mountain Dew.
Always running from the cops.
Getting charged [Gm] with theft.
They wanna be high bars, [C] but he's hard to catch.
[G] Always hustling something.
His hands are never clean.
Plus he's got the worst [Gm] tattoos that you've ever seen.
[G] I'm a rapper.
I'm a rebel.
Two middle [Gm] fingers in the air.
[G] I'm a wannabe.
Yeah, a shitty G.
But I don't really care.
[C] Ain't nobody [G] quite like me.
Cause my name is shitty G.
[C] Ain't nobody [G] quite like me.
_ Shitty G.
Catch him drinking cans of Bush Light.
Smoking Newports.
Bumping Tony Keith in Too Short.
[G] He grows his own reefer.
Steals cable from his neighbors.
You can always smell the vapors
from the meth lab in his trailer.
He thinks he's bad just like his clit.
He's got a sugar mama, [C] but shit, he is [G] diabetic.
He's got a poster of Fetterline, his hero.
He'll drink a box of wine and say,
What up, my negro?
I'm a rapper.
I'm a rebel.
Two middle [C] fingers in the air.
[G] I'm a wannabe.
Yeah, a shitty G.
But I don't really [Gm] care.
[C] Ain't nobody [G] quite like me.
Cause my name is shitty G.
[C] [Bb] Ain't nobody quite like me.
Shitty G. _
[A] _ [G] Alright, man, here I go.
Y'all ain't never heard rhymes like these.
I'm about to [Ab] spit more fire than [G] illegal Chinese [D] fireworks.
Alright, here we go.
[Gm] Why y'all messing with me?
[G] I'm freaking awesome.
I got so [C] many foes, but I can't exactly call [G] them cause I didn't pay my phone bill.
Instead, I bought some reefer.
When my album drops, you homos will be believers.
And I'ma build a studio when I get my settlement from an old car wreck.
And I'ma buy a confederate flag for my bedroom.
That shit is stupid cool.
And y'all will laugh when [E] I graduate from computer [G] school.
It's freaking embarrassing when I tell my Mexican friends they need to speak American.
I got speakers for my beats.
They're in my car propped up against my baby seat.
And I'ma make it crack this year, drinking 30 packs, working on my rap career.
You'll laugh, but this ain't no joke.
I'm out here rapping on the streets for all the country folks.
I'm a rapper.
I'm a rebel.
Little fingers [C] in the air.
[G] I'm a wannabe.
Yeah, shitty G.
But I don't really care.
[C] Ain't nobody quite like me.
Cause my name is shitty G.
[Bb] Ain't nobody quite like me.
Shitty, shitty, shitty G.
_ Yeah, that's shitty G right there.
And the new album's about to drop.
Well, I don't know when the new album's about to drop, but it's gonna be more amazing than two cats fucking in an outhouse