Chords for Conway the Machine - Tito's Back (Live Session) | Vevo Ctrl
Tempo:
76.325 bpm
Chords used:
F
C
Fm
Em
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Yeah, nigga.
We take the blicks when we go to choir, nigga.
You seen what happened to Pac, right?
You ain't fucking with these [Em] niggas, nigga.
[C] Yeah.
[Fm] Two bodies on the [F] broken 40.
Your favorite rappers is broken 40.
Don't gotta lift a fucking finger, tone is smoking 40.
Not only got the illest bars, we got the dopest stories.
I went from playing with Ninas and click-clacking them llamas
to walking out of Neiman's.
Mixed matching Desire.
I whipped crack, I brought a brick back to my mamas on a crash course.
I [E] wore a chip [F] strap in a Honda.
Push the shit back, got this big mac.
I'ma be honest, I go hard in the pink pick-sacks.
I'ma be honest, let my chips stack.
Getting big racks, I'm seeing commas.
We on islands, I bring a bitch back.
Might be Rihanna, I'm really with that.
My click pack full of piranhas.
My shit clap, you would get flipped back in August.
Left with money and dope like this pack was Kusama.
I tripled up my flip [Em] from Pimp Slap in a Prada.
[F] Look, used to flush the toilet with water in the bucket.
Now my neck looking like some frozen water in the bucket.
Bitch on the plane, with 40 pound order in the luggage machine.
The illest to ever record it, motherfucker.
Don't let it start it, motherfucker.
Diamond flawless, motherfucker.
Diamond chains attract bitches, that's why I bought this, motherfucker.
Continental spurt, I could barely park the motherfucker.
Got an app on my phone, that's how I pop the motherfucker.
Gun on my hip, got aim like an archer, motherfucker.
I be swinging through New York like Peter Parker, motherfucker.
A lot of niggas rap, but they don't come to stir up.
We the hardest niggas out, and we ain't from a burp.
I'm from a town where they carry 30s and Mary Berties.
And all the young niggas getting buried early.
I went to war and held that cannon firmly.
I got that tight wrist, and a [E] white bitch who only compare to [C] Purdy.
She half Dominican, [Fm] her hair was curly.
[F] And she very curvy.
My number's retire, you can't wear my jersey.
And that blicky that I carry dirty.
Free ad, free mula, my Philly niggas is very sturdy.
And the bitches see me dressed to flyer.
I got a check so I can get what I desire.
I be the pressure plier for the patrol.
Checking all my tires, soul bricks, and bust your gun.
Then I was definitely inspired, nigga.
Most of my niggas getting rich.
The rest of my niggas, they'll smoke you.
My little homie put me on a lick.
Got a flip phone, then I made dope moves.
One time for my niggas, coat and sticks.
You won't know it's lit till we approach you.
Circle on your block to do a hit.
Four hammers deep riding [B] in the old [C] school.
Let's go.
[Fm]
We take the blicks when we go to choir, nigga.
You seen what happened to Pac, right?
You ain't fucking with these [Em] niggas, nigga.
[C] Yeah.
[Fm] Two bodies on the [F] broken 40.
Your favorite rappers is broken 40.
Don't gotta lift a fucking finger, tone is smoking 40.
Not only got the illest bars, we got the dopest stories.
I went from playing with Ninas and click-clacking them llamas
to walking out of Neiman's.
Mixed matching Desire.
I whipped crack, I brought a brick back to my mamas on a crash course.
I [E] wore a chip [F] strap in a Honda.
Push the shit back, got this big mac.
I'ma be honest, I go hard in the pink pick-sacks.
I'ma be honest, let my chips stack.
Getting big racks, I'm seeing commas.
We on islands, I bring a bitch back.
Might be Rihanna, I'm really with that.
My click pack full of piranhas.
My shit clap, you would get flipped back in August.
Left with money and dope like this pack was Kusama.
I tripled up my flip [Em] from Pimp Slap in a Prada.
[F] Look, used to flush the toilet with water in the bucket.
Now my neck looking like some frozen water in the bucket.
Bitch on the plane, with 40 pound order in the luggage machine.
The illest to ever record it, motherfucker.
Don't let it start it, motherfucker.
Diamond flawless, motherfucker.
Diamond chains attract bitches, that's why I bought this, motherfucker.
Continental spurt, I could barely park the motherfucker.
Got an app on my phone, that's how I pop the motherfucker.
Gun on my hip, got aim like an archer, motherfucker.
I be swinging through New York like Peter Parker, motherfucker.
A lot of niggas rap, but they don't come to stir up.
We the hardest niggas out, and we ain't from a burp.
I'm from a town where they carry 30s and Mary Berties.
And all the young niggas getting buried early.
I went to war and held that cannon firmly.
I got that tight wrist, and a [E] white bitch who only compare to [C] Purdy.
She half Dominican, [Fm] her hair was curly.
[F] And she very curvy.
My number's retire, you can't wear my jersey.
And that blicky that I carry dirty.
Free ad, free mula, my Philly niggas is very sturdy.
And the bitches see me dressed to flyer.
I got a check so I can get what I desire.
I be the pressure plier for the patrol.
Checking all my tires, soul bricks, and bust your gun.
Then I was definitely inspired, nigga.
Most of my niggas getting rich.
The rest of my niggas, they'll smoke you.
My little homie put me on a lick.
Got a flip phone, then I made dope moves.
One time for my niggas, coat and sticks.
You won't know it's lit till we approach you.
Circle on your block to do a hit.
Four hammers deep riding [B] in the old [C] school.
Let's go.
[Fm]
Key:
F
C
Fm
Em
E
F
C
Fm
_ _ _ Yeah, nigga.
We take the blicks when we go to choir, nigga.
You seen what happened to Pac, right?
You ain't fucking with these [Em] niggas, nigga.
_ [C] Yeah.
[Fm] Two bodies on the [F] broken 40.
Your favorite rappers is broken 40.
Don't gotta lift a fucking finger, tone is smoking 40.
Not only got the illest bars, we got the dopest stories.
I went from playing with Ninas and click-clacking them llamas
to walking out of Neiman's.
Mixed matching Desire.
I whipped crack, I brought a brick back to my mamas on a crash course.
I [E] wore a chip [F] strap in a Honda.
Push the shit back, got this big mac.
I'ma be honest, I go hard in the pink pick-sacks.
I'ma be honest, let my chips stack.
Getting big racks, I'm seeing commas.
We on islands, I bring a bitch back.
Might be Rihanna, I'm really with that.
My click pack full of piranhas.
My shit clap, you would get flipped back in August.
Left with money and dope like this pack was Kusama.
I tripled up my flip [Em] from Pimp Slap in a Prada.
[F] Look, used to flush the toilet with water in the bucket.
Now my neck looking like some frozen water in the bucket.
Bitch on the plane, with 40 pound order in the luggage machine.
The illest to ever record it, motherfucker.
Don't let it start it, motherfucker.
Diamond flawless, motherfucker.
Diamond chains attract bitches, that's why I bought this, motherfucker.
Continental spurt, I could barely park the motherfucker.
Got an app on my phone, that's how I pop the motherfucker.
Gun on my hip, got aim like an archer, motherfucker.
I be swinging through New York like Peter Parker, motherfucker.
A lot of niggas rap, but they don't come to stir up.
We the hardest niggas out, and we ain't from a burp.
I'm from a town where they carry 30s and Mary Berties.
And all the young niggas getting buried early.
I went to war and held that cannon firmly.
I got that tight wrist, and a [E] white bitch who only compare to [C] Purdy.
She half Dominican, [Fm] her hair was curly.
[F] And she very curvy.
My number's retire, you can't wear my jersey.
And that blicky that I carry dirty.
Free ad, free mula, my Philly niggas is very sturdy.
And the bitches see me dressed to flyer.
I got a check so I can get what I desire.
I be the pressure plier for the patrol.
Checking all my tires, soul bricks, and bust your gun.
Then I was definitely inspired, nigga.
Most of my niggas getting rich.
The rest of my niggas, they'll smoke you.
My little homie put me on a lick.
Got a flip phone, then I made dope moves.
One time for my niggas, coat and sticks.
You won't know it's lit till we approach you.
Circle on your block to do a hit.
Four hammers deep riding [B] in the old [C] school.
Let's go.
_ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
We take the blicks when we go to choir, nigga.
You seen what happened to Pac, right?
You ain't fucking with these [Em] niggas, nigga.
_ [C] Yeah.
[Fm] Two bodies on the [F] broken 40.
Your favorite rappers is broken 40.
Don't gotta lift a fucking finger, tone is smoking 40.
Not only got the illest bars, we got the dopest stories.
I went from playing with Ninas and click-clacking them llamas
to walking out of Neiman's.
Mixed matching Desire.
I whipped crack, I brought a brick back to my mamas on a crash course.
I [E] wore a chip [F] strap in a Honda.
Push the shit back, got this big mac.
I'ma be honest, I go hard in the pink pick-sacks.
I'ma be honest, let my chips stack.
Getting big racks, I'm seeing commas.
We on islands, I bring a bitch back.
Might be Rihanna, I'm really with that.
My click pack full of piranhas.
My shit clap, you would get flipped back in August.
Left with money and dope like this pack was Kusama.
I tripled up my flip [Em] from Pimp Slap in a Prada.
[F] Look, used to flush the toilet with water in the bucket.
Now my neck looking like some frozen water in the bucket.
Bitch on the plane, with 40 pound order in the luggage machine.
The illest to ever record it, motherfucker.
Don't let it start it, motherfucker.
Diamond flawless, motherfucker.
Diamond chains attract bitches, that's why I bought this, motherfucker.
Continental spurt, I could barely park the motherfucker.
Got an app on my phone, that's how I pop the motherfucker.
Gun on my hip, got aim like an archer, motherfucker.
I be swinging through New York like Peter Parker, motherfucker.
A lot of niggas rap, but they don't come to stir up.
We the hardest niggas out, and we ain't from a burp.
I'm from a town where they carry 30s and Mary Berties.
And all the young niggas getting buried early.
I went to war and held that cannon firmly.
I got that tight wrist, and a [E] white bitch who only compare to [C] Purdy.
She half Dominican, [Fm] her hair was curly.
[F] And she very curvy.
My number's retire, you can't wear my jersey.
And that blicky that I carry dirty.
Free ad, free mula, my Philly niggas is very sturdy.
And the bitches see me dressed to flyer.
I got a check so I can get what I desire.
I be the pressure plier for the patrol.
Checking all my tires, soul bricks, and bust your gun.
Then I was definitely inspired, nigga.
Most of my niggas getting rich.
The rest of my niggas, they'll smoke you.
My little homie put me on a lick.
Got a flip phone, then I made dope moves.
One time for my niggas, coat and sticks.
You won't know it's lit till we approach you.
Circle on your block to do a hit.
Four hammers deep riding [B] in the old [C] school.
Let's go.
_ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _