Chords for Pooh Shiesty - 7.62 God (Reloaded) (feat. EST Gee & BIG30) [Official Audio]
Tempo:
76.7 bpm
Chords used:
Ebm
Eb
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Start Jamming...
I'm a big bird, I'm bigger than a baker's head.
Hey, nigga come around me acting gangsta, I ain't buying it.
He [Ebm] tries to run off, I dump the Draco where it's fine at.
762, God, I got that 9 because I'm fine at.
Red wheel head for life, post on the block, this where I'm dying at.
If I shoot my gun 300 shots, don't come behind it.
And if I ever had the police, probably would've been behind me.
Benny cornered, jumping fences, hitting them gates and now we lit.
Who can't do a show up in the city, bitch did my shit.
I'm flying with 30, told them 50, sent three shots and bagged them up.
Hey, you remember on that day I shot so fast, the 50 bucked?
No, you can't be the gang, you know it's hard for us to gain some trust.
You wanna be the gang, you gotta sacrifice your life to us.
I put a cap up on my head, know I can't never go out burnt.
Think my shooter didn't went down for something, cause all he do is stir.
My 9 straight like the coronavirus, I see him in the air.
Kick the bitch up out the spot, I call her, try to leave her hair.
I put a cap up on my head, know I can't never go out burnt.
Think my 9 straight like the coronavirus, I see him in the air.
Kick the bitch up out the spot, I call her, try to leave her hair.
Nigga come around me, asking gangsta, I ain't buying it.
He tried to run off, I dumped the drink on where his fan at.
7-C-2, God, I got that 9 because I'm fine at.
Red wheel head for life, post on the block, this where I'm dying at.
If I shoot my gun, 300 shots don't come behind me.
And if I ever had to police, probably work behind me.
Benny Cornyn, jumping fences, hitting them gates, and now we lit.
Who can't do a show up in the city, bitch, this my shit.
He tried to run and hit the gate, left his little bitch ass on the fence.
The day I go, I like a hoe gonna be the day that drown her feet.
7-C-2, I threw his body, stand over and watch him twitch.
Who can't slide, drop, talk through the city in the vet with a switch.
Retaliation is a must, he die, I count to kill his kids.
We think outside the box, shoot over tops and go spin in the wind.
3-57, Glob, 22 shots, the sun sheds in my seat.
He can't rock with us, he rob a wreck, corroborate with Pete.
They killed my cousin, pissed me off, now everybody gotta bleed.
10 to hook and that won't satisfy me, I need 23.
Clock with the pen, don't know what, jam fifth around, start with R.I.P.
Hoped the boy down, no business, try got soul, snatchers [Eb] in his.
Yeah, there ain't no locking in with us unless we take you on the hit.
The iceberg strikes, but caught the drift.
These trailer where they went.
I'm the one who linked the means, we [Ebm] both drive Vs but throw up Cs.
Thought 6.62's. all he needs, he [Ebm] got shots, he couldn't breathe. We the reason for MTs, chopper squeeze and mama's grease. Know what them three letters mean, the park slam, pull me off wedge cheese. First I ran it up off weed, then I double back in skis. It's a hundred racks, they bleed, save my number underneath. Police better not tell me freeze, selling feta mean in peas. My daddy never ratted, holy shit, run in the OGs. I say whack em, reason all your artists splatter. Play with me, the real OGs salute our growth. The ones who don't sons, I'll be. Nigga come around me acting gangsta, I ain't buying it. He tries to run off, I dump the drink over his spine. Said 6.62. God, I got that 9 because I'm fine. Red wheel lit for life, post on the block, this where I'm dining. If I shoot my gun, 300 shots don't come behind it. And if I ever ran the pole, he probably was behind me. Benny Corning jumping fences, hitting them dates and now we lit. Who can't do a show up in the city, [Bb] bitch, this my [Ebm] shit. [N]
Hey, nigga come around me acting gangsta, I ain't buying it.
He [Ebm] tries to run off, I dump the Draco where it's fine at.
762, God, I got that 9 because I'm fine at.
Red wheel head for life, post on the block, this where I'm dying at.
If I shoot my gun 300 shots, don't come behind it.
And if I ever had the police, probably would've been behind me.
Benny cornered, jumping fences, hitting them gates and now we lit.
Who can't do a show up in the city, bitch did my shit.
I'm flying with 30, told them 50, sent three shots and bagged them up.
Hey, you remember on that day I shot so fast, the 50 bucked?
No, you can't be the gang, you know it's hard for us to gain some trust.
You wanna be the gang, you gotta sacrifice your life to us.
I put a cap up on my head, know I can't never go out burnt.
Think my shooter didn't went down for something, cause all he do is stir.
My 9 straight like the coronavirus, I see him in the air.
Kick the bitch up out the spot, I call her, try to leave her hair.
I put a cap up on my head, know I can't never go out burnt.
Think my 9 straight like the coronavirus, I see him in the air.
Kick the bitch up out the spot, I call her, try to leave her hair.
Nigga come around me, asking gangsta, I ain't buying it.
He tried to run off, I dumped the drink on where his fan at.
7-C-2, God, I got that 9 because I'm fine at.
Red wheel head for life, post on the block, this where I'm dying at.
If I shoot my gun, 300 shots don't come behind me.
And if I ever had to police, probably work behind me.
Benny Cornyn, jumping fences, hitting them gates, and now we lit.
Who can't do a show up in the city, bitch, this my shit.
He tried to run and hit the gate, left his little bitch ass on the fence.
The day I go, I like a hoe gonna be the day that drown her feet.
7-C-2, I threw his body, stand over and watch him twitch.
Who can't slide, drop, talk through the city in the vet with a switch.
Retaliation is a must, he die, I count to kill his kids.
We think outside the box, shoot over tops and go spin in the wind.
3-57, Glob, 22 shots, the sun sheds in my seat.
He can't rock with us, he rob a wreck, corroborate with Pete.
They killed my cousin, pissed me off, now everybody gotta bleed.
10 to hook and that won't satisfy me, I need 23.
Clock with the pen, don't know what, jam fifth around, start with R.I.P.
Hoped the boy down, no business, try got soul, snatchers [Eb] in his.
Yeah, there ain't no locking in with us unless we take you on the hit.
The iceberg strikes, but caught the drift.
These trailer where they went.
I'm the one who linked the means, we [Ebm] both drive Vs but throw up Cs.
Thought 6.62's. all he needs, he [Ebm] got shots, he couldn't breathe. We the reason for MTs, chopper squeeze and mama's grease. Know what them three letters mean, the park slam, pull me off wedge cheese. First I ran it up off weed, then I double back in skis. It's a hundred racks, they bleed, save my number underneath. Police better not tell me freeze, selling feta mean in peas. My daddy never ratted, holy shit, run in the OGs. I say whack em, reason all your artists splatter. Play with me, the real OGs salute our growth. The ones who don't sons, I'll be. Nigga come around me acting gangsta, I ain't buying it. He tries to run off, I dump the drink over his spine. Said 6.62. God, I got that 9 because I'm fine. Red wheel lit for life, post on the block, this where I'm dining. If I shoot my gun, 300 shots don't come behind it. And if I ever ran the pole, he probably was behind me. Benny Corning jumping fences, hitting them dates and now we lit. Who can't do a show up in the city, [Bb] bitch, this my [Ebm] shit. [N]
Key:
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm a big bird, I'm bigger than a _ _ baker's head.
Hey, nigga come around me acting gangsta, I ain't buying it.
He [Ebm] tries to run off, I dump the Draco where it's fine at.
762, God, I got that 9 because I'm fine at.
Red wheel head for life, post on the block, this where I'm dying at.
If I shoot my gun 300 shots, don't come behind it.
And if I ever had the police, probably would've been behind me.
Benny cornered, jumping fences, hitting them gates and now we lit.
Who can't do a show up in the city, bitch did my shit.
I'm flying with 30, told them 50, sent three shots and bagged them up.
Hey, you remember on that day I shot so fast, the 50 bucked?
No, you can't be the gang, you know it's hard for us to gain some trust.
You wanna be the gang, you gotta sacrifice your life to us.
I put a cap up on my head, know I can't never go out burnt.
Think my shooter didn't went down for something, cause all he do is stir.
My 9 straight like the coronavirus, I see him in the air.
Kick the bitch up out the spot, I call her, try to leave her hair.
I put a cap up on my head, _ _ _ know I can't never go out burnt.
Think my 9 straight like the coronavirus, I see him in the air.
Kick the bitch up out the spot, I call her, try to leave her hair.
Nigga come around me, asking gangsta, I ain't buying it.
He tried to run off, I dumped the drink on where his fan at.
7-C-2, God, I got that 9 because I'm fine at.
Red wheel head for life, post on the block, this where I'm dying at.
If I shoot my gun, 300 shots don't come behind me.
And if I ever had to police, probably work behind me.
Benny Cornyn, jumping fences, hitting them gates, and now we lit.
Who can't do a show up in the city, bitch, this my shit.
He tried to run and hit the gate, left his little bitch ass on the fence.
The day I go, I like a hoe gonna be the day that drown her feet.
7-C-2, I threw his body, stand over and watch him twitch.
Who can't slide, drop, talk through the city in the vet with a switch.
Retaliation is a must, he die, I count to kill his kids.
We think outside the box, shoot over tops and go spin in the wind.
3-57, Glob, 22 shots, the sun sheds in my seat.
He can't rock with us, he rob a wreck, corroborate with Pete.
They killed my cousin, pissed me off, now everybody gotta bleed.
10 to hook and that won't satisfy me, I need 23.
Clock with the pen, don't know what, jam fifth around, start with R.I.P.
Hoped the boy down, no business, try got soul, snatchers [Eb] in his.
Yeah, there ain't no locking in with us unless we take you on the hit.
The iceberg strikes, but caught the drift.
These trailer where they went.
I'm the one who linked the means, we [Ebm] both drive Vs but throw up Cs.
Thought 6.62's. all he needs, he [Ebm] got shots, he couldn't breathe. We the reason for MTs, chopper squeeze and mama's grease. Know what them three letters mean, the park slam, pull me off wedge cheese. First I ran it up off weed, then I double back in skis. It's a hundred racks, they bleed, save my number underneath. Police better not tell me freeze, selling feta mean in peas. My daddy never ratted, holy shit, run in the OGs. I say whack em, reason all your artists splatter. Play with me, the real OGs salute our growth. The ones who don't sons, I'll be. Nigga come around me acting gangsta, I ain't buying it. He tries to run off, I dump the drink over his spine. Said 6.62. God, I got that 9 because I'm fine. Red wheel lit for life, post on the block, this where I'm dining. If I shoot my gun, 300 shots don't come behind it. And if I ever ran the pole, he probably was behind me. Benny Corning jumping fences, hitting them dates and now we lit. Who can't do a show up in the city, [Bb] bitch, this my [Ebm] shit. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
I'm a big bird, I'm bigger than a _ _ baker's head.
Hey, nigga come around me acting gangsta, I ain't buying it.
He [Ebm] tries to run off, I dump the Draco where it's fine at.
762, God, I got that 9 because I'm fine at.
Red wheel head for life, post on the block, this where I'm dying at.
If I shoot my gun 300 shots, don't come behind it.
And if I ever had the police, probably would've been behind me.
Benny cornered, jumping fences, hitting them gates and now we lit.
Who can't do a show up in the city, bitch did my shit.
I'm flying with 30, told them 50, sent three shots and bagged them up.
Hey, you remember on that day I shot so fast, the 50 bucked?
No, you can't be the gang, you know it's hard for us to gain some trust.
You wanna be the gang, you gotta sacrifice your life to us.
I put a cap up on my head, know I can't never go out burnt.
Think my shooter didn't went down for something, cause all he do is stir.
My 9 straight like the coronavirus, I see him in the air.
Kick the bitch up out the spot, I call her, try to leave her hair.
I put a cap up on my head, _ _ _ know I can't never go out burnt.
Think my 9 straight like the coronavirus, I see him in the air.
Kick the bitch up out the spot, I call her, try to leave her hair.
Nigga come around me, asking gangsta, I ain't buying it.
He tried to run off, I dumped the drink on where his fan at.
7-C-2, God, I got that 9 because I'm fine at.
Red wheel head for life, post on the block, this where I'm dying at.
If I shoot my gun, 300 shots don't come behind me.
And if I ever had to police, probably work behind me.
Benny Cornyn, jumping fences, hitting them gates, and now we lit.
Who can't do a show up in the city, bitch, this my shit.
He tried to run and hit the gate, left his little bitch ass on the fence.
The day I go, I like a hoe gonna be the day that drown her feet.
7-C-2, I threw his body, stand over and watch him twitch.
Who can't slide, drop, talk through the city in the vet with a switch.
Retaliation is a must, he die, I count to kill his kids.
We think outside the box, shoot over tops and go spin in the wind.
3-57, Glob, 22 shots, the sun sheds in my seat.
He can't rock with us, he rob a wreck, corroborate with Pete.
They killed my cousin, pissed me off, now everybody gotta bleed.
10 to hook and that won't satisfy me, I need 23.
Clock with the pen, don't know what, jam fifth around, start with R.I.P.
Hoped the boy down, no business, try got soul, snatchers [Eb] in his.
Yeah, there ain't no locking in with us unless we take you on the hit.
The iceberg strikes, but caught the drift.
These trailer where they went.
I'm the one who linked the means, we [Ebm] both drive Vs but throw up Cs.
Thought 6.62's. all he needs, he [Ebm] got shots, he couldn't breathe. We the reason for MTs, chopper squeeze and mama's grease. Know what them three letters mean, the park slam, pull me off wedge cheese. First I ran it up off weed, then I double back in skis. It's a hundred racks, they bleed, save my number underneath. Police better not tell me freeze, selling feta mean in peas. My daddy never ratted, holy shit, run in the OGs. I say whack em, reason all your artists splatter. Play with me, the real OGs salute our growth. The ones who don't sons, I'll be. Nigga come around me acting gangsta, I ain't buying it. He tries to run off, I dump the drink over his spine. Said 6.62. God, I got that 9 because I'm fine. Red wheel lit for life, post on the block, this where I'm dining. If I shoot my gun, 300 shots don't come behind it. And if I ever ran the pole, he probably was behind me. Benny Corning jumping fences, hitting them dates and now we lit. Who can't do a show up in the city, [Bb] bitch, this my [Ebm] shit. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _