Chords for Stunna Gambino - Plan B (Visualizer)
Tempo:
86.5 bpm
Chords used:
Fm
Db
Eb
Ab
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Db] [Eb]
[Fm] [Ab]
[Db] [Eb]
[Fm] [Ab]
[Db] [Eb]
[Fm] [Ab] I [Db] heard he talking to the Jakes, he tryna line a go
Next week them hollas shoot his face up, now he [E] adios
[Fm] Old young and reckless, mixing up my styrofoam
This one bitch [Bb] tryna get me for [Ab] Chanel, I hate designer [Db] hoes
They do us a name, we don't speak on options
We just be spinning blocks, [Eb] til the body drop
[Fm] They try to throw me in the middle of that war zone
I done fell in love with a d [Ab] and she got a warm soul
[Db] They try to label me the voice, like I ain't get that shit from Dirkio
Tryna cause [Eb] drama with my bitch, I hate these [Fm] thirsty hoes
Fucked up my accordion and Hamptons bought another one
Ran them [Ab] 40 Glock, that's [Db] another drum
And one thing about my shooter, that boy never run
I get [Eb] respect in the trenches, cause I'm straight [Fm] out the slum
Editorial rules to the trenches, better keep your gun
I know a nigga [Ab] on Chocobo, but he don't [Db] got no funds
[Eb] Tryna motivate the trenches, but they eatin' me for [Fm] granny
[G] I [Fm] know a [Eb] nigga who play [Ab] gangsta, I used to treat that boy like [Db] family
That boy move like he on [Eb] first, but he don't remember me, [Fm] I can't be
Put my [Bbm] pain inside these [Ab] verses, that they the ones that [Db] save me
Collect calls from my dog, I hate them county jails
I gotta see him through a [Eb] glass, I hate that county smell
[Fm] I was goin' through it in the trenches, but you can hardly tell
[F] You and drop-offs out that [Ab] solely in that Bonneville
[Db] And I barely speak to my mama still
I be stuck up in my [Eb] ways, I love you, but I need some [Fm] time to heal
Seven figures at 18, yeah, I [F] signed that deal
Hundred [Ab] days, a hundred nights, you know the [Db] grind is real
Tryna [Eb] motivate the trenches, but they eatin' me for [Fm] granny
I know a nigga who play [Ab] gangsta, I used to treat that boy like [Db] family
[Ab] That boy move like he on [Eb] first, but he don't remember me, I can't [Fm] be
Put my [Cm] pain inside these [Ab] verses, that they the ones [Db] that save me
[Eb] [Fm] [Ab]
[Db] [Eb]
[Fm] [N]
[Fm] [Ab]
[Db] [Eb]
[Fm] [Ab]
[Db] [Eb]
[Fm] [Ab] I [Db] heard he talking to the Jakes, he tryna line a go
Next week them hollas shoot his face up, now he [E] adios
[Fm] Old young and reckless, mixing up my styrofoam
This one bitch [Bb] tryna get me for [Ab] Chanel, I hate designer [Db] hoes
They do us a name, we don't speak on options
We just be spinning blocks, [Eb] til the body drop
[Fm] They try to throw me in the middle of that war zone
I done fell in love with a d [Ab] and she got a warm soul
[Db] They try to label me the voice, like I ain't get that shit from Dirkio
Tryna cause [Eb] drama with my bitch, I hate these [Fm] thirsty hoes
Fucked up my accordion and Hamptons bought another one
Ran them [Ab] 40 Glock, that's [Db] another drum
And one thing about my shooter, that boy never run
I get [Eb] respect in the trenches, cause I'm straight [Fm] out the slum
Editorial rules to the trenches, better keep your gun
I know a nigga [Ab] on Chocobo, but he don't [Db] got no funds
[Eb] Tryna motivate the trenches, but they eatin' me for [Fm] granny
[G] I [Fm] know a [Eb] nigga who play [Ab] gangsta, I used to treat that boy like [Db] family
That boy move like he on [Eb] first, but he don't remember me, [Fm] I can't be
Put my [Bbm] pain inside these [Ab] verses, that they the ones that [Db] save me
Collect calls from my dog, I hate them county jails
I gotta see him through a [Eb] glass, I hate that county smell
[Fm] I was goin' through it in the trenches, but you can hardly tell
[F] You and drop-offs out that [Ab] solely in that Bonneville
[Db] And I barely speak to my mama still
I be stuck up in my [Eb] ways, I love you, but I need some [Fm] time to heal
Seven figures at 18, yeah, I [F] signed that deal
Hundred [Ab] days, a hundred nights, you know the [Db] grind is real
Tryna [Eb] motivate the trenches, but they eatin' me for [Fm] granny
I know a nigga who play [Ab] gangsta, I used to treat that boy like [Db] family
[Ab] That boy move like he on [Eb] first, but he don't remember me, I can't [Fm] be
Put my [Cm] pain inside these [Ab] verses, that they the ones [Db] that save me
[Eb] [Fm] [Ab]
[Db] [Eb]
[Fm] [N]
Key:
Fm
Db
Eb
Ab
F
Fm
Db
Eb
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[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
[Db] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] I [Db] heard he talking to the Jakes, he tryna line a go
Next week them hollas shoot his face up, now he [E] adios
[Fm] Old young and reckless, mixing up my styrofoam
This one bitch [Bb] tryna get me for [Ab] Chanel, I hate designer [Db] hoes
They do us a name, we don't speak on options
We just be spinning blocks, [Eb] til the body drop
[Fm] They try to throw me in the middle of that war zone
I done fell in love with a d [Ab] and she got a warm soul
[Db] They try to label me the voice, like I ain't get that shit from Dirkio
Tryna cause [Eb] drama with my bitch, I hate these [Fm] thirsty hoes
Fucked up my accordion and Hamptons bought another one
Ran them [Ab] 40 Glock, that's [Db] another drum
And one thing about my shooter, that boy never run
I get [Eb] respect in the trenches, cause I'm straight [Fm] out the slum
Editorial rules to the trenches, better keep your gun
I know a nigga [Ab] on Chocobo, but he don't [Db] got no funds
_ _ [Eb] Tryna motivate the trenches, but they eatin' me for [Fm] granny
_ [G] I [Fm] know a [Eb] nigga who play [Ab] gangsta, I used to treat that boy like [Db] family
_ _ That boy move like he on [Eb] first, but he don't remember me, [Fm] I can't be
_ Put my [Bbm] pain inside these [Ab] verses, that they the ones that [Db] save me
Collect calls from my dog, I hate them county jails
I gotta see him through a [Eb] glass, I hate that county smell
[Fm] I was goin' through it in the trenches, but you can hardly tell
[F] You and drop-offs out that [Ab] solely in that Bonneville
[Db] And I barely speak to my mama still
I be stuck up in my [Eb] ways, I love you, but I need some [Fm] time to heal
Seven figures at 18, yeah, I [F] signed that deal
Hundred [Ab] days, a hundred nights, you know the [Db] grind is real
_ Tryna [Eb] motivate the trenches, but they eatin' me for [Fm] granny
_ I know a nigga who play [Ab] gangsta, I used to treat that boy like [Db] family
_ _ [Ab] That boy move like he on [Eb] first, but he don't remember me, I can't [Fm] be
Put my [Cm] pain inside these [Ab] verses, that they the ones [Db] that save me
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
[Db] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
[Db] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
[Db] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] I [Db] heard he talking to the Jakes, he tryna line a go
Next week them hollas shoot his face up, now he [E] adios
[Fm] Old young and reckless, mixing up my styrofoam
This one bitch [Bb] tryna get me for [Ab] Chanel, I hate designer [Db] hoes
They do us a name, we don't speak on options
We just be spinning blocks, [Eb] til the body drop
[Fm] They try to throw me in the middle of that war zone
I done fell in love with a d [Ab] and she got a warm soul
[Db] They try to label me the voice, like I ain't get that shit from Dirkio
Tryna cause [Eb] drama with my bitch, I hate these [Fm] thirsty hoes
Fucked up my accordion and Hamptons bought another one
Ran them [Ab] 40 Glock, that's [Db] another drum
And one thing about my shooter, that boy never run
I get [Eb] respect in the trenches, cause I'm straight [Fm] out the slum
Editorial rules to the trenches, better keep your gun
I know a nigga [Ab] on Chocobo, but he don't [Db] got no funds
_ _ [Eb] Tryna motivate the trenches, but they eatin' me for [Fm] granny
_ [G] I [Fm] know a [Eb] nigga who play [Ab] gangsta, I used to treat that boy like [Db] family
_ _ That boy move like he on [Eb] first, but he don't remember me, [Fm] I can't be
_ Put my [Bbm] pain inside these [Ab] verses, that they the ones that [Db] save me
Collect calls from my dog, I hate them county jails
I gotta see him through a [Eb] glass, I hate that county smell
[Fm] I was goin' through it in the trenches, but you can hardly tell
[F] You and drop-offs out that [Ab] solely in that Bonneville
[Db] And I barely speak to my mama still
I be stuck up in my [Eb] ways, I love you, but I need some [Fm] time to heal
Seven figures at 18, yeah, I [F] signed that deal
Hundred [Ab] days, a hundred nights, you know the [Db] grind is real
_ Tryna [Eb] motivate the trenches, but they eatin' me for [Fm] granny
_ I know a nigga who play [Ab] gangsta, I used to treat that boy like [Db] family
_ _ [Ab] That boy move like he on [Eb] first, but he don't remember me, I can't [Fm] be
Put my [Cm] pain inside these [Ab] verses, that they the ones [Db] that save me
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
[Db] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _