Chords for "Show Them Your Better" | Polo G x Noah W x Wildcard (Guitar + Slowed)

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112.95 bpm
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C

A

G

E

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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"Show Them Your Better" | Polo G x Noah W x Wildcard  (Guitar + Slowed) chords
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[C]
[A]
[B]
[C] Stand [E] up and show them [Bm] why you're better!
[G]
[C] [D]
[B]
[C] [D]
[B]
[E] [C]
[B] I'm just focused [A] on music, they say my last tape was a classic, but I got some hotter [D] shit.
I be [F#] rockin' this shit.
So if I'm not up in the studio, then I'm fuckin' this ass up.
[C] Don't you look for lil' skinny tall with the dress, or lil' nigga [A] be rockin' his ass [G] up.
Y'all heard me, [B] I serve you, still on the throne in the back, if you see him, play ass off.
Feel like [C] hardwood rocks, you blast off.
Talkin' [D] thoughts, you know that's what we [B] made em fumble, like, you ain't gettin' that pass though.
With a block, now I'm takin' my pass though.
[G] Hit the gas like you race, speed off in them Forrests, then we tryna march [B] on the ass pole.
It's gon' be a RIP once the West's told.
He likes to run with me, nothing in his cap though.
[G] Love to dig in me, Kane or a MacBone.
On this ice, [B] gotta fuck it up, jack it up.
That boy a bitch, that's his dad's fault.
If you play that, you like, we can crash out.
When I [A] up in history, man, this man down.
And B [C].O.A. pullin' them [G] bands out.
B.O. [B].A., you shoulda get your mans out. Or else, don't put a, uh, stand out. Never [A] nothin', I put my advance on. When I hit the game [G] with my four niggas, rain on. [B] I'm not the Everest Jones when I leave the house. Uh, I'll rip [E] y'all sharp on no budget. He catch him, I look [C] young and walk him, he's fuckin'. I hop [B] on this bitch and run it. If I said that, I'd send him a gun. These little [Em] niggas never want nobody. They ain't got nobody, [B] they ain't gettin' no [D] money. When I'm [B] formin' sports, the gun play. We look up to the killer and dealers. But even them [C] niggas won't make it out one day. I'm so fucked, Sam, I be [A] in here with a fame. [B] My guy was on the wrong way. I'm a star, but some folks on the wrong way. These [C] niggas talkin' but they won't question. These niggas been sayin' like, I'm [A] on Sunday. [B] Hop on the scene and I'm thuggin' it. [Bm] So you know that I'm [C] playin'. Me and Oppo, I'm a gun, I'm in public. [Bm] You know, K, nigga, [B] suck you. Who up, man? That nigga on his way. You gotta tell you not gonna [C] put in the hundreds. Cause Sasha ain't doin' no [A] touchin'. But nigga, you [Bm] think you like it, nigga. [B] This nigga hang on Cam'ron, he be like rappin'. But I love a rapper in them bodies and [A] shit. Fuck the people when I kick, duh. I'm a number one, [C] I block it in, rob the [B] beats. That's a nigga when he clock out. I'm a get a whack to this job and [Em] shit. And I don't know why the police [G] keep a fuck on me. Cause I ain't [B] stoppin' shit. Spin on your body like a remix. Shoot him [E] in the face, get his teeth licked. Extend and clip [D] like a foam stick. [B] Smooth flip like necklace. Stretch it off off a checklist. I just [E] bought a gun off Craigslist. You like, I'm bringing [Gm] fame, I'm giving the same. [B] Only thing you see is red. I see it in the plunger behind me. My [A] gun needs some jaws. He got a neck. It's tough shit, but [F#m] nigga, you're gonna get plus. It make me the top [A] shotter. Young Goddard got the balls [C] like a Goddard. [E] [B]
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ Stand [E] up and show them [Bm] why you're better!
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [D] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ I'm just focused [A] on music, they say my last tape was a classic, but I got some hotter [D] shit.
I be [F#] rockin' this shit.
So if I'm not up in the studio, then I'm fuckin' this ass up.
[C] Don't you look for lil' skinny tall with the dress, or lil' nigga [A] be rockin' his ass [G] up.
Y'all heard me, [B] I serve you, still on the throne in the back, if you see him, play ass off.
Feel like [C] hardwood rocks, you blast off.
Talkin' [D] thoughts, you know that's what we [B] made em fumble, like, you ain't gettin' that pass though.
With a block, now I'm takin' my pass though.
[G] Hit the gas like you race, speed off in them Forrests, then we tryna march [B] on the ass pole.
It's gon' be a RIP once the West's told.
He likes to run with me, nothing in his cap though.
[G] Love to dig in me, Kane or a MacBone.
On this ice, [B] gotta fuck it up, jack it up.
That boy a bitch, that's his dad's fault.
If you play that, you like, we can crash out.
When I [A] up in history, man, this man down.
And B [C].O.A. pullin' them [G] bands out.
B.O. [B].A., you shoulda get your mans out. Or else, don't put a, uh, stand out. Never [A] nothin', I put my advance on. When I hit the game [G] with my four niggas, rain on. _ [B] I'm not the Everest Jones when I leave the house. Uh, I'll rip [E] y'all sharp on no budget. He catch him, I look [C] young and walk him, he's fuckin'. I hop [B] on this bitch and run it. If I said that, I'd send him a gun. These little [Em] niggas never want nobody. They ain't got nobody, [B] they ain't gettin' no [D] money. When I'm [B] formin' sports, the gun play. We look up to the killer and dealers. But even them [C] niggas won't make it out one day. I'm so fucked, Sam, I be [A] in here with a fame. [B] My guy was on the wrong way. I'm a star, but some folks on the wrong way. These [C] niggas talkin' but they won't question. These niggas been sayin' like, I'm [A] on Sunday. _ [B] _ Hop on the scene and I'm thuggin' it. [Bm] So you know that I'm [C] playin'. Me and Oppo, I'm a gun, I'm in public. [Bm] You know, K, nigga, [B] suck you. Who up, man? That nigga on his way. You gotta tell you not gonna [C] put in the hundreds. Cause Sasha ain't doin' no [A] touchin'. But nigga, you [Bm] think you like it, nigga. [B] This nigga hang on Cam'ron, he be like rappin'. But I love a rapper in them bodies and [A] shit. Fuck the people when I kick, duh. I'm a number one, [C] I block it in, rob the [B] beats. That's a nigga when he clock out. I'm a get a whack to this job and [Em] shit. And I don't know why the police [G] keep a fuck on me. Cause I ain't [B] stoppin' shit. Spin on your body like a remix. Shoot him [E] in the face, get his teeth licked. Extend and clip [D] like a foam stick. [B] Smooth flip like necklace. Stretch it off off a checklist. I just [E] bought a gun off Craigslist. You like, I'm bringing [Gm] fame, I'm giving the same. [B] Only thing you see is red. I see it in the plunger behind me. My [A] gun needs some jaws. He got a neck. _ _ It's tough shit, but [F#m] nigga, you're gonna get plus. _ It make me the top [A] shotter. Young Goddard got the balls [C] like a Goddard. [E] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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