Chords for Pop Smoke - West Coast Shit (Audio) ft. Tyga, Quavo
Tempo:
51.6 bpm
Chords used:
F#
F#m
G#
C#
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Look, [F#] pop smoke I'm on some West Coast shit
Ayy, New York I got a West Coast bitch
Punch Joe on that West Coast shit
Left wrist, both wrists, that's some bricks
If the opps is in the [F#m] spot, where it at?
Somebody call Batman, I'm Glover
[G#] I got him, [F#] smoke I'll pop him
Put the bitch on fire, now she poppin'
[G#] She grind on some West Coast shit
Lafzy live on the Sunset Strip
Today was a good day, fly is a blimp
I just book a round trip, I don't argue with the bitch
And my Spanish bitch talk spicy with the lips
When the car work for him, you don't gotta touch the rim
Don't ask me the price, cost a arm, leg and limb
When you in the light, niggas wanna steal your dim
Where [F#m] you get that from, niggas gotta say it's him
Wanna [F#] copy my flow, I'd switch the shit again
Niggas ain't put the work down, celebrate the win
When you was [C#] bought up with your bitch, I was shootin' in the gym [F#] Motherfucker
Pop smoke I'm on some West Coast shit
Ayy, New York I got [G] a West Coast bitch
[F#m] Punch Joe on that West Coast shit
Left wrist, both wrists, that's some bricks
If the opps is in the spot, red dot
Somebody call Batman, I'm Robert
I [F#] got him, smoke I'll pop him
Put the bitch on fire, now she poppin'
Pushin' Louis Vuittons like I'm Seth Aposta
But I still steam his ass, I'll drop him
I'm in that new Dior, Quay in that Prada
Don't get it confused, I'll drop him
Four-door niggas ride a strap, get straight head to the back
We don't play disrespect, real talk, this not just rap
Gangtas in my tat, [G#] .22s
in the shed
Shotgun in my bag, knock off a nigga dress
36 carats on my wrist
That mean it's 36 carats on my wrist
Shit [F#m] out Virgil got me drippin'
And it's straight from the faucet in the kitchen
Pop smoke I'm on some West Coast [F#] shit
Ayy, New York I got a West Coast bitch
Punch [F#m] Joe on that West Coast shit
Left [F#] wrist, both wrists, that's some bricks
If the opps is in the spot, red dot
Somebody call Batman, [F#m] I'm Robert
I got him, smoke I'll pop him
Put the bitch on Prada, now she proper
West side, North side, yes sir
East side, South side, let's go to work
[Bm] Right hand in the Alice, pop a Perc
New [F#] coupe off the lot, skirt in the dirt
She came in last place, she can get a shirt
If she go to first place, baby, get a purse
Cook it in the left hand, whip it in reverse
Dead man in the hearse, when the game purge
High on the K on the wrist, look at me scoring you bitch
My diamond close and they kiss, the skeleton came with a [D#] fish
I catch a playoff assist, now watch it jump out the pit
I can't get caught in the mix, I make a hit I can't miss
[F#] [F#m] [F#] [G#] [C#]
[F#]
Ayy, New York I got a West Coast bitch
Punch Joe on that West Coast shit
Left wrist, both wrists, that's some bricks
If the opps is in the [F#m] spot, where it at?
Somebody call Batman, I'm Glover
[G#] I got him, [F#] smoke I'll pop him
Put the bitch on fire, now she poppin'
[G#] She grind on some West Coast shit
Lafzy live on the Sunset Strip
Today was a good day, fly is a blimp
I just book a round trip, I don't argue with the bitch
And my Spanish bitch talk spicy with the lips
When the car work for him, you don't gotta touch the rim
Don't ask me the price, cost a arm, leg and limb
When you in the light, niggas wanna steal your dim
Where [F#m] you get that from, niggas gotta say it's him
Wanna [F#] copy my flow, I'd switch the shit again
Niggas ain't put the work down, celebrate the win
When you was [C#] bought up with your bitch, I was shootin' in the gym [F#] Motherfucker
Pop smoke I'm on some West Coast shit
Ayy, New York I got [G] a West Coast bitch
[F#m] Punch Joe on that West Coast shit
Left wrist, both wrists, that's some bricks
If the opps is in the spot, red dot
Somebody call Batman, I'm Robert
I [F#] got him, smoke I'll pop him
Put the bitch on fire, now she poppin'
Pushin' Louis Vuittons like I'm Seth Aposta
But I still steam his ass, I'll drop him
I'm in that new Dior, Quay in that Prada
Don't get it confused, I'll drop him
Four-door niggas ride a strap, get straight head to the back
We don't play disrespect, real talk, this not just rap
Gangtas in my tat, [G#] .22s
in the shed
Shotgun in my bag, knock off a nigga dress
36 carats on my wrist
That mean it's 36 carats on my wrist
Shit [F#m] out Virgil got me drippin'
And it's straight from the faucet in the kitchen
Pop smoke I'm on some West Coast [F#] shit
Ayy, New York I got a West Coast bitch
Punch [F#m] Joe on that West Coast shit
Left [F#] wrist, both wrists, that's some bricks
If the opps is in the spot, red dot
Somebody call Batman, [F#m] I'm Robert
I got him, smoke I'll pop him
Put the bitch on Prada, now she proper
West side, North side, yes sir
East side, South side, let's go to work
[Bm] Right hand in the Alice, pop a Perc
New [F#] coupe off the lot, skirt in the dirt
She came in last place, she can get a shirt
If she go to first place, baby, get a purse
Cook it in the left hand, whip it in reverse
Dead man in the hearse, when the game purge
High on the K on the wrist, look at me scoring you bitch
My diamond close and they kiss, the skeleton came with a [D#] fish
I catch a playoff assist, now watch it jump out the pit
I can't get caught in the mix, I make a hit I can't miss
[F#] [F#m] [F#] [G#] [C#]
[F#]
Key:
F#
F#m
G#
C#
G
F#
F#m
G#
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Look, [F#] pop smoke I'm on some West Coast shit
Ayy, New York I got a West Coast bitch
Punch Joe on that West Coast shit
Left wrist, both wrists, that's some bricks
If the opps is in the [F#m] spot, where it at?
Somebody call Batman, I'm Glover
[G#] I got him, [F#] smoke I'll pop him
Put the bitch on fire, now she poppin'
[G#] She grind on some West Coast shit
Lafzy live on the Sunset Strip
Today was a good day, fly is a blimp
I just book a round trip, I don't argue with the bitch
And my Spanish bitch talk spicy with the lips
When the car work for him, you don't gotta touch the rim
Don't ask me the price, cost a arm, leg and limb
When you in the light, niggas wanna steal your dim
Where [F#m] you get that from, niggas gotta say it's him
Wanna [F#] copy my flow, I'd switch the shit again
Niggas ain't put the work down, celebrate the win
When you was [C#] bought up with your bitch, I was shootin' in the gym [F#] Motherfucker
Pop smoke I'm on some West Coast shit
Ayy, New York I got [G] a West Coast bitch
[F#m] Punch Joe on that West Coast shit
Left wrist, both wrists, that's some bricks
If the opps is in the spot, red dot
Somebody call Batman, I'm Robert
I [F#] got him, smoke I'll pop him
Put the bitch on fire, now she poppin'
Pushin' Louis Vuittons like I'm Seth Aposta
But I still steam his ass, I'll drop him
I'm in that new Dior, Quay in that Prada
Don't get it confused, I'll drop him
Four-door niggas ride a strap, get straight head to the back
We don't play disrespect, real talk, this not just rap
Gangtas in my tat, [G#] .22s
in the shed
Shotgun in my bag, knock off a nigga dress
36 carats on my wrist
That mean it's 36 carats on my wrist
Shit [F#m] out Virgil got me drippin'
And it's straight from the faucet in the kitchen
Pop smoke I'm on some West Coast [F#] shit
Ayy, New York I got a West Coast bitch
Punch [F#m] Joe on that West Coast shit
Left [F#] wrist, both wrists, that's some bricks
If the opps is in the spot, red dot
Somebody call Batman, [F#m] I'm Robert
I got him, smoke I'll pop him
Put the bitch on Prada, now she proper
West side, North side, yes sir
East side, South side, let's go to work
[Bm] Right hand in the Alice, pop a Perc
New [F#] coupe off the lot, skirt in the dirt
She came in last place, she can get a shirt
If she go to first place, baby, get a purse
Cook it in the left hand, whip it in reverse
Dead man in the hearse, when the game purge
High on the K on the wrist, look at me scoring you bitch
My diamond close and they kiss, the skeleton came with a [D#] fish
I catch a playoff assist, now watch it jump out the pit
I can't get caught in the mix, I make a hit I can't miss
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [G#] _ [C#] _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
Look, [F#] pop smoke I'm on some West Coast shit
Ayy, New York I got a West Coast bitch
Punch Joe on that West Coast shit
Left wrist, both wrists, that's some bricks
If the opps is in the [F#m] spot, where it at?
Somebody call Batman, I'm Glover
[G#] I got him, [F#] smoke I'll pop him
Put the bitch on fire, now she poppin'
[G#] She grind on some West Coast shit
Lafzy live on the Sunset Strip
Today was a good day, fly is a blimp
I just book a round trip, I don't argue with the bitch
And my Spanish bitch talk spicy with the lips
When the car work for him, you don't gotta touch the rim
Don't ask me the price, cost a arm, leg and limb
When you in the light, niggas wanna steal your dim
Where [F#m] you get that from, niggas gotta say it's him
Wanna [F#] copy my flow, I'd switch the shit again
Niggas ain't put the work down, celebrate the win
When you was [C#] bought up with your bitch, I was shootin' in the gym [F#] Motherfucker
Pop smoke I'm on some West Coast shit
Ayy, New York I got [G] a West Coast bitch
[F#m] Punch Joe on that West Coast shit
Left wrist, both wrists, that's some bricks
If the opps is in the spot, red dot
Somebody call Batman, I'm Robert
I [F#] got him, smoke I'll pop him
Put the bitch on fire, now she poppin'
Pushin' Louis Vuittons like I'm Seth Aposta
But I still steam his ass, I'll drop him
I'm in that new Dior, Quay in that Prada
Don't get it confused, I'll drop him
Four-door niggas ride a strap, get straight head to the back
We don't play disrespect, real talk, this not just rap
Gangtas in my tat, [G#] .22s
in the shed
Shotgun in my bag, knock off a nigga dress
36 carats on my wrist
That mean it's 36 carats on my wrist
Shit [F#m] out Virgil got me drippin'
And it's straight from the faucet in the kitchen
Pop smoke I'm on some West Coast [F#] shit
Ayy, New York I got a West Coast bitch
Punch [F#m] Joe on that West Coast shit
Left [F#] wrist, both wrists, that's some bricks
If the opps is in the spot, red dot
Somebody call Batman, [F#m] I'm Robert
I got him, smoke I'll pop him
Put the bitch on Prada, now she proper
West side, North side, yes sir
East side, South side, let's go to work
[Bm] Right hand in the Alice, pop a Perc
New [F#] coupe off the lot, skirt in the dirt
She came in last place, she can get a shirt
If she go to first place, baby, get a purse
Cook it in the left hand, whip it in reverse
Dead man in the hearse, when the game purge
High on the K on the wrist, look at me scoring you bitch
My diamond close and they kiss, the skeleton came with a [D#] fish
I catch a playoff assist, now watch it jump out the pit
I can't get caught in the mix, I make a hit I can't miss
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [G#] _ [C#] _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _