Chords for Sett - Piss Sett Off | From The Block Performance 🎙(Memphis)

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Bb

Abm

Bbm

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Sett - Piss Sett Off | From The Block Performance 🎙(Memphis) chords
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[Abm] [Eb] I'mma get [B] in blood, bustin' and ploppin' [Bbm] and murderin' love.
If I flop, get rich off the gloves.
Sip me [Eb] P's, sip me U's, and the regular shit get hit with this [Bb] brrrrr.
[Eb] Can't tap it or watch it, it's rude.
Bustin' and pittin' from her mouth is rude.
Land in the ground, and they know I'm hurt.
Clock, know it's time [F] to beat them nuts.
Boy, they call him before he hit the style
Blunt fast, make it hit like a [Abm] sniper
Fuck what he say, I kick [Eb] shit out the aisle
He a real nigga, ain't shoot shit [F] in the aisle
Before the mission, boy, I'm locking my eyes
This money on these, I'ma leave them nice
Cold cash ain't no looking tonight
Yeah, nigga, I'm all set smoking [Eb] today
Don't come around, ask, but I said [F] it
Fuck how I create, I sell, I say it
Blue stuff, cookout, hit in the head
Black bands, getting me mad
High speed, taste doing bad
Screw you, boy, you tweaking
Put on your mask
Late, snap shit [Bb] fast
Crook, move, catch on my ass
Key, pants, snatching and grab
Back to the block, show him my ass
Don't get the curve, dribbling and drag
Hype shoot back, feel like a drag
Pop shit on the hoe for times I ain't had
[Eb] Shit you didn't know I ain't brag
Rolls in her heart, she [F] glancing
Open my mouth, she glancing
Taking her down, shaking her pants
Vodka and sweet, dropping the bag
Three, get up, he got a friend
Brrrah, quick, this a fan
Set up on him, he'll take that
I don't care, who that man?
They all rants, they right-hand man
See a French nigga when they stand on that stand
Cash nigga in, they taking the grand
I ain't surprised, they showing their hand
I ain't do shit, I'm a lot of that man
Block hot, taking the cops
Roll with the fathers of Raw
Hold out, switch the chop
I'm a tell y 'all
My D-shit hot and loud
Hurt, 15, four-eyed momma
Tears of raw shit
Prom, 6-2-Lit
Twisted and hot
Fuck who is not going hip-hop
It's 10-4-3 like magic hot
Check your suit, creeped out in the sky
Don't go tellin' the mafia, ma
Stop and drag, straight [Eb]-up hoes
Fuck out the house, kill another one
Gotta bust out 8 PM, caught up
Girl, I brought not half, problems
Quit, roll out, my team be vibin'
Where's the one dunkin', the person or what?
Chase the little fucker, he's droppin'
Switch with my head, little far, he's [Bb] twerkin'
And the man, my hood, switch to the chopper
M-I-C, I'm on the bopper
Gotta hit the script, gotta have popper
I [Eb] brought, gotta have [Bbm] cracker
That ain't no shit, [Eb] let's go
Two niggas draggin' from the [F] brown light, I be
We had it, that's my bitch, shit, I ain't clappin'
Nigga, beat up, break to the house
That face, I said, this nigga's a capper
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_ _ _ [Abm] _ _ [Eb] _ I'mma get [B] in blood, bustin' and ploppin' [Bbm] and murderin' love.
If I flop, get rich off the gloves.
Sip me [Eb] P's, sip me U's, and the regular shit get hit with this [Bb] brrrrr.
[Eb] Can't tap it or watch it, it's rude.
Bustin' and pittin' from her mouth is rude.
Land in the ground, and they know I'm hurt.
Clock, know it's time [F] to beat them nuts.
Boy, they call him before he hit the style
Blunt fast, make it hit like a [Abm] sniper
Fuck what he say, I kick [Eb] shit out the aisle
He a real nigga, ain't shoot shit [F] in the aisle
Before the mission, boy, I'm locking my eyes
This money on these, I'ma leave them nice
Cold cash ain't no looking tonight
Yeah, nigga, I'm all set smoking [Eb] today
Don't come around, ask, but I said [F] it
Fuck how I create, I sell, I say it
Blue stuff, cookout, hit in the head
Black bands, getting me mad
High speed, taste doing bad
Screw you, boy, you tweaking
Put on your mask
Late, snap shit [Bb] fast
Crook, move, catch on my ass
Key, pants, snatching and grab
Back to the block, show him my ass
Don't get the curve, dribbling and drag
Hype shoot back, feel like a drag
Pop shit on the hoe for times I ain't had
[Eb] Shit you didn't know I ain't brag
Rolls in her heart, she [F] glancing
Open my mouth, she glancing
Taking her down, shaking her pants
Vodka and sweet, dropping the bag
Three, get up, he got a friend
Brrrah, quick, this a fan
Set up on him, he'll take that
I don't care, who that man?
They all rants, they right-hand man
See a French nigga when they stand on that stand
Cash nigga in, they taking the grand
I ain't surprised, they showing their hand
I ain't do shit, I'm a lot of that man
Block hot, taking the cops
Roll with the fathers of Raw
Hold out, switch the chop
I'm a tell y _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ 'all
My D-shit hot and loud
Hurt, 15, four-eyed momma
Tears of raw shit
Prom, 6-2-Lit
Twisted and hot
Fuck who is not going hip-hop
It's 10-4-3 like magic hot
Check your suit, creeped out in the sky
Don't go tellin' the mafia, ma
Stop and drag, straight [Eb]-up hoes
Fuck out the house, kill another one
Gotta bust out 8 PM, caught up
Girl, I brought not half, problems
Quit, roll out, my team be vibin'
Where's the one dunkin', the person or what?
Chase the little fucker, he's droppin'
Switch with my head, little far, he's [Bb] twerkin'
And the man, my hood, switch to the chopper
M-I-C, I'm on the bopper
Gotta hit the script, gotta have popper
I [Eb] brought, gotta have [Bbm] cracker
That ain't no shit, [Eb] let's go
Two niggas draggin' from the [F] brown light, I be
We had it, that's my bitch, shit, I ain't clappin'
Nigga, beat up, break to the house
That face, I said, this nigga's a capper _ _ _ _ _ _
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