Chords for Peso Peso - “Enchilada” (Official Music Video - WSHH Exclusive)
Tempo:
121.7 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
E
Bb
Gb
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Blizzy, what you cooking up?
[E] Black love, black [Eb] love, black love.
I'm trying to do some [E] good.
[Eb] Ooh, [E] [Eb]
he said Mexico City.
[E] Yeah, [Eb] good.
Black a nigga, [E] then I'm screeching off [Eb] in a Rolls Royce.
I tried to let the nigga [E] make it, but that nigga tripping, so he [Eb] gave me no choice.
RIP to Miranda, [E] nigga, and rest in peace [Eb] to my bro Rolls.
[E] Everybody, man, I can't believe my nigga lost his life [Eb] to a white boy.
Keep a Smith & Wesson in the [E] way, a nigga flexing, you would think [Eb] I'm on steroids.
No, nigga, fuck, I [E] still beat a nigga up while I'm [Eb] fucking Belford.
[Gb] I got too many [Eb] bitches and too many [E] chaps.
Got Mexican [Eb] bitches making it to life.
My nigga wackin', she like, we from Al [E]-Qaeda.
You feel with me, [Eb] now you don't wanna try.
Just imagine going [E] out to eat with your bitch, then [Eb] you get hit by a sniper.
Fuck 6ix9ine, he could [E] die on Rike.
I'm tripping, [Eb] especially in La Michoacana while in the Katrina.
I'm in [E] Delta, Cabana, I'm tripping head [Eb] to toe.
Keep it on up, nigga, we won't let it go.
See a [E] alcoholic, ain't no question, let it [Eb] blow.
I'm in there tripping, I'm slaying [Bb] elbows.
[Eb] Nigga finna [E] let you live for free [Eb] while you making money [E] living with me, hell no.
Man caught a man tripping at the Shell [Eb] Store.
Good game, going for the L.
I [E] got Glyce and Barella.
[Eb] Look at your army, and they came [E] with some dresses.
I worked the miles, he finna buy me a test.
[Eb] You gotta run, better run, till they come.
Tell that bitch [E] that we're playing, it's time to go.
You [Eb] got a fat ass, and you working [E] that D.
It's time to start dancing, it's time to start shitting.
[Eb] We running them racks up to [E] the ceiling.
And if anybody do you wrong, just call up [Eb] my phone.
And I'ma [E] scoot up with a gliss.
We smoked out in the Maybach.
[Eb] Lost, pulled me over, put the zip in the titties.
Remember, I was [E] 12, pops went to [Eb] jail.
Now I'm riding through these cash towns.
Julo went [E] in this room and found the whore.
[Eb] Went to the hood and [Em] sold his crack.
[E] 11 years old, lil' Julo [Eb] really sold some dope to bail my dad out.
And [E] meanwhile, I was gang banging.
I [Eb] was robbing, really trying to crash out.
Peso, [E] peso, I got bands on me, nigga.
You [Eb] gon' die if you put your hands on me, nigga.
And really, [E] I ain't never heard of these niggas.
But [Eb] I don't [E] give a fuck, I'ma murder these niggas.
He ain't no shooter, he don't got [Eb] no real goods.
Just flexing his partner guns and [E] his pills.
I fuck with your bitch and I break on your sister.
Kick [Eb] that bitch out my forehead, [E] cause she smoking Swiss.
I promise you don't wanna go in the blend.
[Eb] I'm rocking Versace boots in the wind.
Tryna walk in [E] my truck, got a pay-as-to-enter.
I [Eb] was in the hood, [Bb] serving hard and crystal.
[E] Black love, black [Eb] love, black love.
I'm trying to do some [E] good.
[Eb] Ooh, [E] [Eb]
he said Mexico City.
[E] Yeah, [Eb] good.
Black a nigga, [E] then I'm screeching off [Eb] in a Rolls Royce.
I tried to let the nigga [E] make it, but that nigga tripping, so he [Eb] gave me no choice.
RIP to Miranda, [E] nigga, and rest in peace [Eb] to my bro Rolls.
[E] Everybody, man, I can't believe my nigga lost his life [Eb] to a white boy.
Keep a Smith & Wesson in the [E] way, a nigga flexing, you would think [Eb] I'm on steroids.
No, nigga, fuck, I [E] still beat a nigga up while I'm [Eb] fucking Belford.
[Gb] I got too many [Eb] bitches and too many [E] chaps.
Got Mexican [Eb] bitches making it to life.
My nigga wackin', she like, we from Al [E]-Qaeda.
You feel with me, [Eb] now you don't wanna try.
Just imagine going [E] out to eat with your bitch, then [Eb] you get hit by a sniper.
Fuck 6ix9ine, he could [E] die on Rike.
I'm tripping, [Eb] especially in La Michoacana while in the Katrina.
I'm in [E] Delta, Cabana, I'm tripping head [Eb] to toe.
Keep it on up, nigga, we won't let it go.
See a [E] alcoholic, ain't no question, let it [Eb] blow.
I'm in there tripping, I'm slaying [Bb] elbows.
[Eb] Nigga finna [E] let you live for free [Eb] while you making money [E] living with me, hell no.
Man caught a man tripping at the Shell [Eb] Store.
Good game, going for the L.
I [E] got Glyce and Barella.
[Eb] Look at your army, and they came [E] with some dresses.
I worked the miles, he finna buy me a test.
[Eb] You gotta run, better run, till they come.
Tell that bitch [E] that we're playing, it's time to go.
You [Eb] got a fat ass, and you working [E] that D.
It's time to start dancing, it's time to start shitting.
[Eb] We running them racks up to [E] the ceiling.
And if anybody do you wrong, just call up [Eb] my phone.
And I'ma [E] scoot up with a gliss.
We smoked out in the Maybach.
[Eb] Lost, pulled me over, put the zip in the titties.
Remember, I was [E] 12, pops went to [Eb] jail.
Now I'm riding through these cash towns.
Julo went [E] in this room and found the whore.
[Eb] Went to the hood and [Em] sold his crack.
[E] 11 years old, lil' Julo [Eb] really sold some dope to bail my dad out.
And [E] meanwhile, I was gang banging.
I [Eb] was robbing, really trying to crash out.
Peso, [E] peso, I got bands on me, nigga.
You [Eb] gon' die if you put your hands on me, nigga.
And really, [E] I ain't never heard of these niggas.
But [Eb] I don't [E] give a fuck, I'ma murder these niggas.
He ain't no shooter, he don't got [Eb] no real goods.
Just flexing his partner guns and [E] his pills.
I fuck with your bitch and I break on your sister.
Kick [Eb] that bitch out my forehead, [E] cause she smoking Swiss.
I promise you don't wanna go in the blend.
[Eb] I'm rocking Versace boots in the wind.
Tryna walk in [E] my truck, got a pay-as-to-enter.
I [Eb] was in the hood, [Bb] serving hard and crystal.
Key:
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E
Bb
Gb
Em
Eb
E
Bb
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Blizzy, what you cooking up?
_ [E] Black love, black [Eb] love, black love.
I'm trying to do some [E] good.
_ [Eb] Ooh, _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [Eb] _
he said Mexico City.
[E] Yeah, [Eb] good.
_ _ _ Black a nigga, [E] then I'm screeching off [Eb] in a Rolls Royce.
I tried to let the nigga [E] make it, but that nigga tripping, so he [Eb] gave me no choice.
RIP to Miranda, [E] nigga, and rest in peace [Eb] to my bro Rolls.
[E] Everybody, man, I can't believe my nigga lost his life [Eb] to a white boy.
Keep a Smith & Wesson in the [E] way, a nigga flexing, you would think [Eb] I'm on steroids.
No, nigga, fuck, I [E] still beat a nigga up while I'm [Eb] fucking Belford.
[Gb] I got too many [Eb] bitches and too many [E] chaps.
Got Mexican [Eb] bitches making it to life.
My nigga wackin', she like, we from Al [E]-Qaeda.
You feel with me, [Eb] now you don't wanna try.
Just imagine going [E] out to eat with your bitch, then [Eb] you get hit by a sniper.
Fuck 6ix9ine, he could [E] die on Rike.
I'm tripping, [Eb] especially in La Michoacana while in the Katrina.
I'm in [E] Delta, Cabana, I'm tripping head [Eb] to toe.
Keep it on up, nigga, we won't let it go.
See a [E] alcoholic, ain't no question, let it [Eb] blow.
I'm in there tripping, I'm slaying [Bb] elbows.
[Eb] Nigga finna [E] let you live for free [Eb] while you making money [E] living with me, hell no.
Man caught a man tripping at the Shell [Eb] Store.
Good game, going for the L.
I [E] got Glyce and Barella.
[Eb] Look at your army, and they came [E] with some dresses.
I worked the miles, he finna buy me a test.
[Eb] You gotta run, better run, till they come.
Tell that bitch [E] that we're playing, it's time to go.
You [Eb] got a fat ass, and you working [E] that D.
It's time to start dancing, it's time to start shitting.
[Eb] We running them racks up to [E] the ceiling.
And if anybody do you wrong, just call up [Eb] my phone.
And I'ma [E] scoot up with a gliss.
We smoked out in the Maybach.
[Eb] Lost, pulled me over, put the zip in the titties.
Remember, I was [E] 12, pops went to [Eb] jail.
Now I'm riding through these cash towns.
Julo went [E] in this room and found the whore.
[Eb] Went to the hood and [Em] sold his crack.
[E] 11 years old, lil' Julo [Eb] really sold some dope to bail my dad out.
And [E] meanwhile, I was gang banging.
I [Eb] was robbing, really trying to crash out.
Peso, [E] peso, I got bands on me, nigga.
You [Eb] gon' die if you put your hands on me, nigga.
And really, [E] I ain't never heard of these niggas.
But [Eb] I don't [E] give a fuck, I'ma murder these niggas.
He ain't no shooter, he don't got [Eb] no real goods.
Just flexing his partner guns and [E] his pills.
I fuck with your bitch and I break on your sister.
Kick [Eb] that bitch out my forehead, [E] cause she smoking Swiss.
I promise you don't wanna go in the blend.
[Eb] I'm rocking Versace boots in the wind.
Tryna walk in [E] my truck, got a pay-as-to-enter.
I [Eb] was in the hood, [Bb] serving hard and crystal. _ _ _ _ _
Blizzy, what you cooking up?
_ [E] Black love, black [Eb] love, black love.
I'm trying to do some [E] good.
_ [Eb] Ooh, _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [Eb] _
he said Mexico City.
[E] Yeah, [Eb] good.
_ _ _ Black a nigga, [E] then I'm screeching off [Eb] in a Rolls Royce.
I tried to let the nigga [E] make it, but that nigga tripping, so he [Eb] gave me no choice.
RIP to Miranda, [E] nigga, and rest in peace [Eb] to my bro Rolls.
[E] Everybody, man, I can't believe my nigga lost his life [Eb] to a white boy.
Keep a Smith & Wesson in the [E] way, a nigga flexing, you would think [Eb] I'm on steroids.
No, nigga, fuck, I [E] still beat a nigga up while I'm [Eb] fucking Belford.
[Gb] I got too many [Eb] bitches and too many [E] chaps.
Got Mexican [Eb] bitches making it to life.
My nigga wackin', she like, we from Al [E]-Qaeda.
You feel with me, [Eb] now you don't wanna try.
Just imagine going [E] out to eat with your bitch, then [Eb] you get hit by a sniper.
Fuck 6ix9ine, he could [E] die on Rike.
I'm tripping, [Eb] especially in La Michoacana while in the Katrina.
I'm in [E] Delta, Cabana, I'm tripping head [Eb] to toe.
Keep it on up, nigga, we won't let it go.
See a [E] alcoholic, ain't no question, let it [Eb] blow.
I'm in there tripping, I'm slaying [Bb] elbows.
[Eb] Nigga finna [E] let you live for free [Eb] while you making money [E] living with me, hell no.
Man caught a man tripping at the Shell [Eb] Store.
Good game, going for the L.
I [E] got Glyce and Barella.
[Eb] Look at your army, and they came [E] with some dresses.
I worked the miles, he finna buy me a test.
[Eb] You gotta run, better run, till they come.
Tell that bitch [E] that we're playing, it's time to go.
You [Eb] got a fat ass, and you working [E] that D.
It's time to start dancing, it's time to start shitting.
[Eb] We running them racks up to [E] the ceiling.
And if anybody do you wrong, just call up [Eb] my phone.
And I'ma [E] scoot up with a gliss.
We smoked out in the Maybach.
[Eb] Lost, pulled me over, put the zip in the titties.
Remember, I was [E] 12, pops went to [Eb] jail.
Now I'm riding through these cash towns.
Julo went [E] in this room and found the whore.
[Eb] Went to the hood and [Em] sold his crack.
[E] 11 years old, lil' Julo [Eb] really sold some dope to bail my dad out.
And [E] meanwhile, I was gang banging.
I [Eb] was robbing, really trying to crash out.
Peso, [E] peso, I got bands on me, nigga.
You [Eb] gon' die if you put your hands on me, nigga.
And really, [E] I ain't never heard of these niggas.
But [Eb] I don't [E] give a fuck, I'ma murder these niggas.
He ain't no shooter, he don't got [Eb] no real goods.
Just flexing his partner guns and [E] his pills.
I fuck with your bitch and I break on your sister.
Kick [Eb] that bitch out my forehead, [E] cause she smoking Swiss.
I promise you don't wanna go in the blend.
[Eb] I'm rocking Versace boots in the wind.
Tryna walk in [E] my truck, got a pay-as-to-enter.
I [Eb] was in the hood, [Bb] serving hard and crystal. _ _ _ _ _