Chords for Fbg Duck x Rooga Exposing Me Remix (Official Music Video) Shot By BillyKauck
Tempo:
76.5 bpm
Chords used:
C#
G#
C#m
F#
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Am] [C#] I don't want no auto [B]-turn, fuck all that shit.
[C#m] [C#] That's how they want me to come.
Back up, [G#] fuck up.
[C#m] That's the way it go.
I'ma [F#] hit this cut, you hit that cut, better know which way to go.
Got some [G#] information that you bitch niggas would hate to know.
Niggas talk that shit but they don't even know who made the O.
Drop a bag on your head, my [C#] shooters get paid to blow.
Fuck around and slide through the O, like I'm from the O.
Let off [G#] 23 to 7 mo', [C#] that's how I cough a boy.
G-Ray ain't get shot inside his head but he ain't make it through.
They got so [G#] many dead niggas, bitch I [C#] don't know who to smoke.
I don't know who to smoke, but I'll take Lil' Buddha go.
I can [G#] see him through the smoke.
[C#] Call this ass coming out the crib, shot him through the door.
Tweaking off the mirrors, [G#] I think Lil' Steve coming through the [C#] floor.
He got caught in traffic, Waldo ain't get to finish his status.
He on the internet [G#] laughing, capping, then got caught with [C#] Addict.
Fuck your homie, damn.
You heard what I said.
Fuck Sarai, fuck [G#] O.D.,. fuck D.Thank you, fuck Tyah hair. You niggas hoes to [N] me, you couldn't even get close to me. I keep my heaters right by my side, so watch how you walk when approaching me. Ay, Baldy got smoked by a tree, ran up on him with the stick and smoked him [C#m] like a leaf. Now they chalking up the street for [A#] walking up the street. Please stop talking up [C#] the beat. Jay Money got it the [F#] worst of me, that's how it's supposed [C#] to be. There's a lot of niggas that I'm [G#] not even gonna mention, but that's the way they supposed [C#] to be. Niggas be thinking they kill us, you look like a ghost to me. Boy, I've been smoking your [G#] homie, this shit choking [C#] me. Mitch in the scrap, ain't gonna get you shit but a brand new grave slap. We do it for scrap, we done [G#] fucked around and made 600 chainz [C#] blocks. I'm fresh off a hit, might switch up the clothes, but I got the same glock. You know what it is, we coming for more, might shoot up the same block. D-nigga, Mitch in the top, I fuck around, send you the meter. I don't got my [G#] glock when I see a op on Brahma, [C#] brrrrr. I'm smoking the C, can't breathe, I'm thinking it's over. I wish I was right that when [G#] Lil' G got swamped I would've ran the shit [C#] over. Hold on, hold on, hold on, where the [E] Steve at? Pass one [C#] to me, we just add him to the family [G#] tree. Smacked his ass with the back of [C#] the heat, Stello got hit from the back of the seat. Damn, the back of the seat? He tried to get up from the back of [G#] the seat, they left his head in the back of [C#] the seat. Murder? [D] Who you murder? [C#] Time about you flipping [G#] shit. What, a burger? [C#] Boy, you nervous. You ain't never shot no [G#] run in person. You niggas bitches, [D#] where y'all purses? Man, you niggas went and dashed [G#] out here on purpose. [C#] But was it worth it? [D] How that's working? Man, I wouldn't be surprised [G#] if they start twerking. [C#] Told them stay in tune, bitch, I'm working. Please don't think shit chicken, [G#] this ain't church. [C#] Tired of putting niggas in these hearse. I should get a million [G#] for these verses. [C#] Oh, photograph. Girl, I already know how this shit go. [G#] [C#] Got my blick on me, got my stick on me. Back up, fuck up. [G#] All you bop ass hoes, all you goofy ass niggas. [C#] Meemaw, stop wearing that fake ass shit, that's not good for your damn business. Bitch! [E]
[C#m] [C#] That's how they want me to come.
Back up, [G#] fuck up.
[C#m] That's the way it go.
I'ma [F#] hit this cut, you hit that cut, better know which way to go.
Got some [G#] information that you bitch niggas would hate to know.
Niggas talk that shit but they don't even know who made the O.
Drop a bag on your head, my [C#] shooters get paid to blow.
Fuck around and slide through the O, like I'm from the O.
Let off [G#] 23 to 7 mo', [C#] that's how I cough a boy.
G-Ray ain't get shot inside his head but he ain't make it through.
They got so [G#] many dead niggas, bitch I [C#] don't know who to smoke.
I don't know who to smoke, but I'll take Lil' Buddha go.
I can [G#] see him through the smoke.
[C#] Call this ass coming out the crib, shot him through the door.
Tweaking off the mirrors, [G#] I think Lil' Steve coming through the [C#] floor.
He got caught in traffic, Waldo ain't get to finish his status.
He on the internet [G#] laughing, capping, then got caught with [C#] Addict.
Fuck your homie, damn.
You heard what I said.
Fuck Sarai, fuck [G#] O.D.,. fuck D.Thank you, fuck Tyah hair. You niggas hoes to [N] me, you couldn't even get close to me. I keep my heaters right by my side, so watch how you walk when approaching me. Ay, Baldy got smoked by a tree, ran up on him with the stick and smoked him [C#m] like a leaf. Now they chalking up the street for [A#] walking up the street. Please stop talking up [C#] the beat. Jay Money got it the [F#] worst of me, that's how it's supposed [C#] to be. There's a lot of niggas that I'm [G#] not even gonna mention, but that's the way they supposed [C#] to be. Niggas be thinking they kill us, you look like a ghost to me. Boy, I've been smoking your [G#] homie, this shit choking [C#] me. Mitch in the scrap, ain't gonna get you shit but a brand new grave slap. We do it for scrap, we done [G#] fucked around and made 600 chainz [C#] blocks. I'm fresh off a hit, might switch up the clothes, but I got the same glock. You know what it is, we coming for more, might shoot up the same block. D-nigga, Mitch in the top, I fuck around, send you the meter. I don't got my [G#] glock when I see a op on Brahma, [C#] brrrrr. I'm smoking the C, can't breathe, I'm thinking it's over. I wish I was right that when [G#] Lil' G got swamped I would've ran the shit [C#] over. Hold on, hold on, hold on, where the [E] Steve at? Pass one [C#] to me, we just add him to the family [G#] tree. Smacked his ass with the back of [C#] the heat, Stello got hit from the back of the seat. Damn, the back of the seat? He tried to get up from the back of [G#] the seat, they left his head in the back of [C#] the seat. Murder? [D] Who you murder? [C#] Time about you flipping [G#] shit. What, a burger? [C#] Boy, you nervous. You ain't never shot no [G#] run in person. You niggas bitches, [D#] where y'all purses? Man, you niggas went and dashed [G#] out here on purpose. [C#] But was it worth it? [D] How that's working? Man, I wouldn't be surprised [G#] if they start twerking. [C#] Told them stay in tune, bitch, I'm working. Please don't think shit chicken, [G#] this ain't church. [C#] Tired of putting niggas in these hearse. I should get a million [G#] for these verses. [C#] Oh, photograph. Girl, I already know how this shit go. [G#] [C#] Got my blick on me, got my stick on me. Back up, fuck up. [G#] All you bop ass hoes, all you goofy ass niggas. [C#] Meemaw, stop wearing that fake ass shit, that's not good for your damn business. Bitch! [E]
Key:
C#
G#
C#m
F#
E
C#
G#
C#m
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ [C#] I don't want no auto [B]-turn, fuck all that shit.
_ [C#m] _ [C#] That's how they want me to come.
Back up, [G#] fuck up.
[C#m] That's the way it go.
I'ma [F#] hit this cut, you hit that cut, better know which way to go.
Got some [G#] information that you bitch niggas would hate to know.
Niggas talk that shit but they don't even know who made the O.
Drop a bag on your head, my [C#] shooters get paid to blow.
Fuck around and slide through the O, like I'm from the O.
Let off [G#] 23 to 7 mo', [C#] that's how I cough a boy.
G-Ray ain't get shot inside his head but he ain't make it through.
They got so [G#] many dead niggas, bitch I [C#] don't know who to smoke.
I don't know who to smoke, but I'll take Lil' Buddha go.
I can [G#] see him through the smoke.
[C#] Call this ass coming out the crib, shot him through the door.
Tweaking off the mirrors, [G#] I think Lil' Steve coming through the [C#] floor.
He got caught in traffic, Waldo ain't get to finish his status.
He on the internet [G#] laughing, capping, then got caught with [C#] Addict.
Fuck your homie, damn.
You heard what I said.
Fuck Sarai, fuck [G#] O.D.,. fuck D.Thank you, fuck Tyah hair. You niggas hoes to [N] me, you couldn't even get close to me. I keep my heaters right by my side, so watch how you walk when approaching me. Ay, Baldy got smoked by a tree, ran up on him with the stick and smoked him [C#m] like a leaf. Now they chalking up the street for [A#] walking up the street. Please stop talking up [C#] the beat. Jay Money got it the [F#] worst of me, that's how it's supposed [C#] to be. There's a lot of niggas that I'm [G#] not even gonna mention, but that's the way they supposed [C#] to be. Niggas be thinking they kill us, you look like a ghost to me. Boy, I've been smoking your [G#] homie, this shit choking [C#] me. Mitch in the scrap, ain't gonna get you shit but a brand new grave slap. We do it for scrap, we done [G#] fucked around and made 600 chainz [C#] blocks. I'm fresh off a hit, might switch up the clothes, but I got the same glock. You know what it is, we coming for more, might shoot up the same block. D-nigga, Mitch in the top, I fuck around, send you the meter. I don't got my [G#] glock when I see a op on Brahma, [C#] brrrrr. I'm smoking the C, can't breathe, I'm thinking it's over. I wish I was right that when [G#] Lil' G got swamped I would've ran the shit [C#] over. Hold on, hold on, hold on, where the [E] Steve at? Pass one [C#] to me, we just add him to the family [G#] tree. Smacked his ass with the back of [C#] the heat, Stello got hit from the back of the seat. Damn, the back of the seat? He tried to get up from the back of [G#] the seat, they left his head in the back of [C#] the seat. Murder? [D] Who you murder? [C#] Time about you flipping [G#] shit. What, a burger? [C#] _ Boy, you nervous. You ain't never shot no [G#] run in person. You niggas bitches, [D#] where y'all purses? Man, you niggas went and dashed [G#] out here on purpose. [C#] But was it worth it? [D] How that's working? Man, I wouldn't be surprised [G#] if they start twerking. [C#] Told them stay in tune, bitch, I'm working. Please don't think shit chicken, [G#] this ain't church. [C#] Tired of putting niggas in these hearse. I should get a million [G#] for these verses. [C#] Oh, photograph. Girl, I already know how this shit go. [G#] _ [C#] Got my blick on me, got my stick on me. Back up, fuck up. [G#] All you bop ass hoes, all you goofy ass niggas. [C#] Meemaw, stop wearing that fake ass shit, that's not good for your damn business. Bitch! [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ [C#] I don't want no auto [B]-turn, fuck all that shit.
_ [C#m] _ [C#] That's how they want me to come.
Back up, [G#] fuck up.
[C#m] That's the way it go.
I'ma [F#] hit this cut, you hit that cut, better know which way to go.
Got some [G#] information that you bitch niggas would hate to know.
Niggas talk that shit but they don't even know who made the O.
Drop a bag on your head, my [C#] shooters get paid to blow.
Fuck around and slide through the O, like I'm from the O.
Let off [G#] 23 to 7 mo', [C#] that's how I cough a boy.
G-Ray ain't get shot inside his head but he ain't make it through.
They got so [G#] many dead niggas, bitch I [C#] don't know who to smoke.
I don't know who to smoke, but I'll take Lil' Buddha go.
I can [G#] see him through the smoke.
[C#] Call this ass coming out the crib, shot him through the door.
Tweaking off the mirrors, [G#] I think Lil' Steve coming through the [C#] floor.
He got caught in traffic, Waldo ain't get to finish his status.
He on the internet [G#] laughing, capping, then got caught with [C#] Addict.
Fuck your homie, damn.
You heard what I said.
Fuck Sarai, fuck [G#] O.D.,. fuck D.Thank you, fuck Tyah hair. You niggas hoes to [N] me, you couldn't even get close to me. I keep my heaters right by my side, so watch how you walk when approaching me. Ay, Baldy got smoked by a tree, ran up on him with the stick and smoked him [C#m] like a leaf. Now they chalking up the street for [A#] walking up the street. Please stop talking up [C#] the beat. Jay Money got it the [F#] worst of me, that's how it's supposed [C#] to be. There's a lot of niggas that I'm [G#] not even gonna mention, but that's the way they supposed [C#] to be. Niggas be thinking they kill us, you look like a ghost to me. Boy, I've been smoking your [G#] homie, this shit choking [C#] me. Mitch in the scrap, ain't gonna get you shit but a brand new grave slap. We do it for scrap, we done [G#] fucked around and made 600 chainz [C#] blocks. I'm fresh off a hit, might switch up the clothes, but I got the same glock. You know what it is, we coming for more, might shoot up the same block. D-nigga, Mitch in the top, I fuck around, send you the meter. I don't got my [G#] glock when I see a op on Brahma, [C#] brrrrr. I'm smoking the C, can't breathe, I'm thinking it's over. I wish I was right that when [G#] Lil' G got swamped I would've ran the shit [C#] over. Hold on, hold on, hold on, where the [E] Steve at? Pass one [C#] to me, we just add him to the family [G#] tree. Smacked his ass with the back of [C#] the heat, Stello got hit from the back of the seat. Damn, the back of the seat? He tried to get up from the back of [G#] the seat, they left his head in the back of [C#] the seat. Murder? [D] Who you murder? [C#] Time about you flipping [G#] shit. What, a burger? [C#] _ Boy, you nervous. You ain't never shot no [G#] run in person. You niggas bitches, [D#] where y'all purses? Man, you niggas went and dashed [G#] out here on purpose. [C#] But was it worth it? [D] How that's working? Man, I wouldn't be surprised [G#] if they start twerking. [C#] Told them stay in tune, bitch, I'm working. Please don't think shit chicken, [G#] this ain't church. [C#] Tired of putting niggas in these hearse. I should get a million [G#] for these verses. [C#] Oh, photograph. Girl, I already know how this shit go. [G#] _ [C#] Got my blick on me, got my stick on me. Back up, fuck up. [G#] All you bop ass hoes, all you goofy ass niggas. [C#] Meemaw, stop wearing that fake ass shit, that's not good for your damn business. Bitch! [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _