Chords for Sha Ek - Been On Hots (Official Video)

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95.5 bpm
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C

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Bb

Ebm

Eb

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Sha Ek - Been On Hots (Official Video) chords
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[Ebm]
[Eb]
I'm on a [Ebm] hot stick, I'm on a hot suit We coulda hopped off the Uber and shot you
Got you lucky you said it was not true Lucky niggas ain't hop out that popper
And these niggas can't talk about Tali So go to a boy and get put in the mall
And we do free stuff, we sick They really scored on us, I was in the paint
And the boys niggas rhymin' on the doosan I really put on performin' music
We on speed ditty, that's what made us lose it
And for y'all, we hoppin' out boomin' I got love for the mix
And it's crazy, I'm not even prepped If we got that 5 on the doosan, get lit
So bro, niggas gotta get hit
I'm on a hot stick, I'm on a hot suit We coulda hopped off the Uber and shot you
Got you lucky you said it was not true Lucky niggas ain't hop out that popper
And these niggas can't talk about Tali So go to a boy and get put in the mall
And we do free stuff, we sick They really scored on us, I was in the paint
I be buckin' every rhyme, bae On my birthday, we was on the 8
VJDs, and we spottin' with Zayce Tried to hop off, shoot him in his face
I'ma take a kid, go like E-Day I got a walk with two shots [Bb] on my B-Day
I'ma take a kid, go like E-Day I got a walk with two [Ebm] shots on my B-Day
And I'ma rest his back on my ice How many times niggas put me up front?
Fuck Tali He can go decent, but he know niggas never try
How the fuck he be smokin' my pop?
When I got to the mall, make him go click it
I'ma make sure that lil' nigga miss it
Fuck, [Bb] fuck, fuck
You on a hot stick, I'm on a hot suit We coulda hopped off the Uber and shot you
Got you lucky you said it was not true Lucky niggas ain't hop out that popper
And these niggas can't talk about Tali So go to a boy and get put in the mall
And we do free stuff, we sick They really scored on us, I was in [Eb] the paint
[Ebm]
[C] [Gm] [C]
Mom, mom, oh
Now let's talk on the [Bb] facts Your mans got hit and he never got [C] back
Smokin' on light, he gotta put a new pack [Gm] Smokin' on dummy, shoulda had a shot
These niggas [C] be talkin' but I cannot lie [Bb] B-Money, Swish, all this fuck was back
[C] [Bb] King, King, King, King, [Gm] look
So boy, he [Bb] gon' get that up Hop on, get me, gon' [C] flip that up
I [Gm] got that kick when I bop He talkin' on boat, everybody [C] shop
And no, we don't fuck with no flops I see the D's, I ain't stoppin' for cops
Walk down, get me, [Bb] gon' shoot out a op And dreamin' in Russia, I might fuck a cop
[Gm] Now let's talk on the facts Your mans got hit and he never got back
[C] Smokin' on light, he gotta put a new [Gm] pack Smokin' on dummy, shoulda had a shot
These niggas be talkin' but I cannot [Gm] lie B-Money, Swish, all this fuck was [C] back
[Gm] King, King, King, King, look
[C] Got hit [Gm] and he's sad, what the fuck?
He tried to duck but [C] he ran out of luck
I had to knock it, yeah, this shit [Gm] is tough See when I'm fucked [C] up, it's left off
Knock
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C
3211
Gm
123111113
Bb
12341111
Ebm
13421116
Eb
12341116
C
3211
Gm
123111113
Bb
12341111
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_ _ I'm on a _ [Ebm] hot stick, I'm on a hot suit We coulda hopped off the Uber and shot you
Got you lucky you said it was not true Lucky niggas ain't hop out that popper
And these niggas can't talk about Tali So go to a boy and get put in the mall
And we do free stuff, we sick They really scored on us, I was in the paint
And the boys niggas rhymin' on the doosan I really put on performin' music
We on speed ditty, that's what made us lose it
And for y'all, we hoppin' out boomin' I got love for the mix
And it's crazy, I'm not even prepped If we got that 5 on the doosan, get lit
So bro, niggas gotta get hit
I'm on a hot stick, I'm on a hot suit We coulda hopped off the Uber and shot you
Got you lucky you said it was not true Lucky niggas ain't hop out that popper
And these niggas can't talk about Tali So go to a boy and get put in the mall
And we do free stuff, we sick They really scored on us, I was in the paint
I be buckin' every rhyme, bae On my birthday, we was on the 8
VJDs, and we spottin' with Zayce Tried to hop off, shoot him in his face
I'ma take a kid, go like E-Day I got a walk with two shots [Bb] on my B-Day
I'ma take a kid, go like E-Day I got a walk with two [Ebm] shots on my B-Day
And I'ma rest his back on my ice How many times niggas put me up front?
Fuck Tali He can go decent, but he know niggas never try
How the fuck he be smokin' my pop?
When I got to the mall, make him go click it
I'ma make sure that lil' nigga miss it
Fuck, [Bb] fuck, fuck
You on a hot stick, I'm on a hot suit We coulda hopped off the Uber and shot you
Got you lucky you said it was not true Lucky niggas ain't hop out that popper
And these niggas can't talk about Tali So go to a boy and get put in the mall
And we do free stuff, we sick They really scored on us, I was in [Eb] the paint _ _ _
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_ [C] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ Mom, mom, oh
Now let's talk on the [Bb] facts Your mans got hit and he never got [C] back
Smokin' on light, he gotta put a new pack [Gm] Smokin' on dummy, shoulda had a shot
These niggas [C] be talkin' but I cannot lie [Bb] B-Money, Swish, all this fuck was back
[C] _ [Bb] King, King, King, King, [Gm] look
So boy, he [Bb] gon' get that up Hop on, get me, gon' [C] flip that up
I [Gm] got that kick when I bop He talkin' on boat, everybody [C] shop
And no, we don't fuck with no flops I see the D's, I ain't stoppin' for cops
Walk down, get me, [Bb] gon' shoot out a op And dreamin' in Russia, I might fuck a cop
[Gm] Now let's talk on the facts Your mans got hit and he never got back
[C] Smokin' on light, he gotta put a new [Gm] pack Smokin' on dummy, shoulda had a shot
These niggas be talkin' but I cannot [Gm] lie B-Money, Swish, all this fuck was [C] back _
[Gm] King, King, King, King, look
[C] Got hit [Gm] and he's sad, what the fuck?
He tried to duck but [C] he ran out of luck
I had to knock it, yeah, this shit [Gm] is tough See when I'm fucked [C] up, it's left off
Knock