Chords for GG
Tempo:
153.75 bpm
Chords used:
Dm
Gm
D
Bb
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Do you need a case of whippo, nigga?
[Bb]
[Dm] [D] Yeah.
[Dm] 2 O2, yo, don't make no sound.
I'm the only man in my god damn club.
I don't know.
[Gm]
[Dm] Free my niggas [D] out they car.
Nigga, these niggas crazy, man.
I ain't even put no hands in them pants.
Tryna hold up that [Gm] cop.
Bitch don't [Bb] make no sound, uh.
Say something, nigga, shut.
Bitch face down to the ground.
I [Dm] ain't got no respect, [Gm] ay.
You might think I'm dumb, bitch.
[Dm] I'm just 17 with a whole lot of money.
Fuck you, bitch.
I hop up [G] out that coupe.
[A] Tell me, ho, if you don't [Dm] like me, why you worried about what I [D] do?
[Gm] Be the cop, [Dm] put up and so you might [Gm] think I flew.
Tell me why you sit there, young boy.
[Dm] Cause bitch, I'm flyer than your blues.
[Gm] Ay, if you think I'm [Dm] fucked with that, let's hold it and you a fool.
[Gm] I ain't got no [D] education, I dropped out of school.
[Gm] No security [Dm] with me, so I'm strapped out with that tool.
Tryna take my jury out, bitch, you gon' make the news.
[Bb] Bitch, cuban links up [Dm] on my nigga, counts me 22.
Bitch, [Gm] automorphic, [D] ain't good at winning bottle school.
Bitch, [Gm] nothing even [Dm] markets for my pants and [Gm] my shoes.
Bitch, $5 [Dm],000 what I paid for the whole [Gm] fit.
I just took a [Dm] loss, so I'm going on the heights, bitch.
Hold that tool in your face like you know do [D] a bike, bitch.
Too [Bb] much money on [Dm] me for the raise my hand [Gm] and fight, bitch.
Start doing my club, fuck around, get hit with light, [Gm] bitch.
Bitch, shut [Dm] up and move that [Gm] cop, uh.
Bitch don't make no sound, uh.
Say [Dm] something and get strapped, [D] bitch.
Face down to the [Gm] ground, bitch.
I [Dm] ain't got no respect, ay, you might think I'm dumb, bitch.
I'm just 17 with a whole [A] lot of money, fuck you.
Bitch, I hop up out that coupe.
Tell me, ho, if you don't like [D] me, why you worried about what I do?
You ain't see [Gm] the car pulled [Dm] up in, so you might think I flew.
[E] Tell me why you sit in [Bb] that young boy's?
[Dm] Cause, bitch, I'm flyer than your dude.
[A] [Dm] [Gm]
[Dm] [D] [Gm]
[Dm] [Gm]
[Dm] [N]
[Bb]
[Dm] [D] Yeah.
[Dm] 2 O2, yo, don't make no sound.
I'm the only man in my god damn club.
I don't know.
[Gm]
[Dm] Free my niggas [D] out they car.
Nigga, these niggas crazy, man.
I ain't even put no hands in them pants.
Tryna hold up that [Gm] cop.
Bitch don't [Bb] make no sound, uh.
Say something, nigga, shut.
Bitch face down to the ground.
I [Dm] ain't got no respect, [Gm] ay.
You might think I'm dumb, bitch.
[Dm] I'm just 17 with a whole lot of money.
Fuck you, bitch.
I hop up [G] out that coupe.
[A] Tell me, ho, if you don't [Dm] like me, why you worried about what I [D] do?
[Gm] Be the cop, [Dm] put up and so you might [Gm] think I flew.
Tell me why you sit there, young boy.
[Dm] Cause bitch, I'm flyer than your blues.
[Gm] Ay, if you think I'm [Dm] fucked with that, let's hold it and you a fool.
[Gm] I ain't got no [D] education, I dropped out of school.
[Gm] No security [Dm] with me, so I'm strapped out with that tool.
Tryna take my jury out, bitch, you gon' make the news.
[Bb] Bitch, cuban links up [Dm] on my nigga, counts me 22.
Bitch, [Gm] automorphic, [D] ain't good at winning bottle school.
Bitch, [Gm] nothing even [Dm] markets for my pants and [Gm] my shoes.
Bitch, $5 [Dm],000 what I paid for the whole [Gm] fit.
I just took a [Dm] loss, so I'm going on the heights, bitch.
Hold that tool in your face like you know do [D] a bike, bitch.
Too [Bb] much money on [Dm] me for the raise my hand [Gm] and fight, bitch.
Start doing my club, fuck around, get hit with light, [Gm] bitch.
Bitch, shut [Dm] up and move that [Gm] cop, uh.
Bitch don't make no sound, uh.
Say [Dm] something and get strapped, [D] bitch.
Face down to the [Gm] ground, bitch.
I [Dm] ain't got no respect, ay, you might think I'm dumb, bitch.
I'm just 17 with a whole [A] lot of money, fuck you.
Bitch, I hop up out that coupe.
Tell me, ho, if you don't like [D] me, why you worried about what I do?
You ain't see [Gm] the car pulled [Dm] up in, so you might think I flew.
[E] Tell me why you sit in [Bb] that young boy's?
[Dm] Cause, bitch, I'm flyer than your dude.
[A] [Dm] [Gm]
[Dm] [D] [Gm]
[Dm] [Gm]
[Dm] [N]
Key:
Dm
Gm
D
Bb
A
Dm
Gm
D
Do you need a case of whippo, nigga?
_ [Bb] _ _
[Dm] _ _ [D] Yeah. _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ 2 O2, yo, don't make no sound. _
_ _ I'm the only man in my god damn club.
_ _ _ I don't know.
_ [Gm] _ _
[Dm] _ _ Free my niggas [D] out they car. _
_ _ Nigga, these niggas crazy, man. _
I ain't even put no hands in them pants.
Tryna hold up that [Gm] cop.
Bitch don't [Bb] make no sound, uh.
Say something, nigga, shut.
Bitch face down to the ground.
I [Dm] ain't got no respect, [Gm] ay.
You might think I'm dumb, bitch.
[Dm] I'm just 17 with a whole lot of money.
Fuck you, bitch.
I hop up [G] out that coupe.
[A] Tell me, ho, if you don't [Dm] like me, why you worried about what I [D] do?
[Gm] Be the cop, [Dm] put up and so you might [Gm] think I flew.
Tell me why you sit there, young boy.
[Dm] Cause bitch, I'm flyer than your blues.
[Gm] Ay, if you think I'm [Dm] fucked with that, let's hold it and you a fool.
[Gm] I ain't got no [D] education, I dropped out of school.
[Gm] No security [Dm] with me, so I'm strapped out with that tool.
Tryna take my jury out, bitch, you gon' make the news.
[Bb] Bitch, cuban links up [Dm] on my nigga, counts me 22.
Bitch, [Gm] automorphic, [D] ain't good at winning bottle school.
Bitch, [Gm] nothing even [Dm] markets for my pants and [Gm] my shoes.
Bitch, $5 [Dm],000 what I paid for the whole [Gm] fit.
I just took a [Dm] loss, so I'm going on the heights, bitch.
Hold that tool in your face like you know do [D] a bike, bitch.
Too [Bb] much money on [Dm] me for the raise my hand [Gm] and fight, bitch.
Start doing my club, fuck around, get hit with light, [Gm] bitch.
Bitch, shut [Dm] up and move that [Gm] cop, uh.
Bitch don't make no sound, uh.
Say [Dm] something and get strapped, [D] bitch.
Face down to the [Gm] ground, bitch.
I [Dm] ain't got no respect, ay, you might think I'm dumb, bitch.
I'm just 17 with a whole [A] lot of money, fuck you.
Bitch, I hop up out that coupe.
Tell me, ho, if you don't like [D] me, why you worried about what I do?
You ain't see [Gm] the car pulled [Dm] up in, so you might think I flew.
[E] Tell me why you sit in [Bb] that young boy's?
[Dm] Cause, bitch, I'm flyer than your dude.
[A] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Gm] _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ [Bb] _ _
[Dm] _ _ [D] Yeah. _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ 2 O2, yo, don't make no sound. _
_ _ I'm the only man in my god damn club.
_ _ _ I don't know.
_ [Gm] _ _
[Dm] _ _ Free my niggas [D] out they car. _
_ _ Nigga, these niggas crazy, man. _
I ain't even put no hands in them pants.
Tryna hold up that [Gm] cop.
Bitch don't [Bb] make no sound, uh.
Say something, nigga, shut.
Bitch face down to the ground.
I [Dm] ain't got no respect, [Gm] ay.
You might think I'm dumb, bitch.
[Dm] I'm just 17 with a whole lot of money.
Fuck you, bitch.
I hop up [G] out that coupe.
[A] Tell me, ho, if you don't [Dm] like me, why you worried about what I [D] do?
[Gm] Be the cop, [Dm] put up and so you might [Gm] think I flew.
Tell me why you sit there, young boy.
[Dm] Cause bitch, I'm flyer than your blues.
[Gm] Ay, if you think I'm [Dm] fucked with that, let's hold it and you a fool.
[Gm] I ain't got no [D] education, I dropped out of school.
[Gm] No security [Dm] with me, so I'm strapped out with that tool.
Tryna take my jury out, bitch, you gon' make the news.
[Bb] Bitch, cuban links up [Dm] on my nigga, counts me 22.
Bitch, [Gm] automorphic, [D] ain't good at winning bottle school.
Bitch, [Gm] nothing even [Dm] markets for my pants and [Gm] my shoes.
Bitch, $5 [Dm],000 what I paid for the whole [Gm] fit.
I just took a [Dm] loss, so I'm going on the heights, bitch.
Hold that tool in your face like you know do [D] a bike, bitch.
Too [Bb] much money on [Dm] me for the raise my hand [Gm] and fight, bitch.
Start doing my club, fuck around, get hit with light, [Gm] bitch.
Bitch, shut [Dm] up and move that [Gm] cop, uh.
Bitch don't make no sound, uh.
Say [Dm] something and get strapped, [D] bitch.
Face down to the [Gm] ground, bitch.
I [Dm] ain't got no respect, ay, you might think I'm dumb, bitch.
I'm just 17 with a whole [A] lot of money, fuck you.
Bitch, I hop up out that coupe.
Tell me, ho, if you don't like [D] me, why you worried about what I do?
You ain't see [Gm] the car pulled [Dm] up in, so you might think I flew.
[E] Tell me why you sit in [Bb] that young boy's?
[Dm] Cause, bitch, I'm flyer than your dude.
[A] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Gm] _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _