Chords for Travis Scott - Blocka La Flame
Tempo:
127.75 bpm
Chords used:
Bm
D
F#m
A
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
This type of shit happens everyday
All dem a man dem want for peep up and stay
But [G] none of dem have the guts to pull out [Am] and spray
None of [A#] dem have the guts to pull out [Bm] and spray
Pull out and spray
I got handles on my vlogger
[F#m] Service to [Bm] my vlogger
Yeah, that's my vlogger
[D] To my [Bm]
vlogger
Pray to Lord [G] I'm a shotta
She [A] be [Bm]
poppa
[G] Yeah, that's [A] my [Bm] vlogger
[D] [Bm]
[D] [C#] [Bm] I'm that Ferragamo Hussein
Time cruising rock but they just send me God's steak
Hit me, K, coulda thought I'm Jewish
Fuck, fuck, fuck, might lose your soul for my language
Nod, daisies, niggas spend at rind tables
Talking all that heinous language Zootonica, insomnia
Put that money on your head, Balenciaga, Yamaka
Fifteen when I carry loads of dem Oseums and dem bag of nicks
Some even throw shavites, I mean daddy knows ain't no controlling me
My bad lil Scotty, my side, she give me head before the ass
And never let no nigga smash, no puff in her past
We breaking everything you have, thank you for making it last
Get everything that you got, break me a piece of that out
Rest in peace, niggas, I lost
I got handles on my vlogger
[F#m] Service [Bm] to my vlogger
Yeah, that's my vlogger
[D] To [A] my [Bm]
vlogger
[D] [C#] [Bm] Pray to Lord I'm a [Em] shotta
[A] She be poppa
[Bm]
[D] Yeah, that's my [Bm] vlogger
[D] [C#] [Bm]
Oh [B] God, this shit too cold for the MIG, yeah
Bang, bang, [Bm] bang, my niggas they tame
My burial ass in that fig spang
Sit merlot, watch us make the champagne rain
Let my nigga lay and hang, I'm a southside nigga with a cang rain
We running, so much we running, spring and fall y'all can't be nothing
Winner they cuffing, cuffing them niggas they loving
The same muffins my niggas stuffing
Riding through, rocking, shakka zulu
Kripo, hoe fam, kibu, bloody, yesu
Ain't you supposed to preach as you practice
Put a rubber on if you stabbing
Get baptized if you Baptist
But ain't it evil to live backwards
Holy ghost, hola
Shakka do blaka nulaos
That's tongue for you niggas who lost
I got handles on my [C#m] vlogger
Service [Bm] to my vlogger
Yeah, that's my vlogger
[F#m] To my [Bm]
vlogger
Pray the lord on my [Em] shakta
[F#m] She be talking
[Bm]
[A] Yeah, that's my [Bm] vlogger
[F#m] [B]
All dem a man dem want for peep up and stay
But [G] none of dem have the guts to pull out [Am] and spray
None of [A#] dem have the guts to pull out [Bm] and spray
Pull out and spray
I got handles on my vlogger
[F#m] Service to [Bm] my vlogger
Yeah, that's my vlogger
[D] To my [Bm]
vlogger
Pray to Lord [G] I'm a shotta
She [A] be [Bm]
poppa
[G] Yeah, that's [A] my [Bm] vlogger
[D] [Bm]
[D] [C#] [Bm] I'm that Ferragamo Hussein
Time cruising rock but they just send me God's steak
Hit me, K, coulda thought I'm Jewish
Fuck, fuck, fuck, might lose your soul for my language
Nod, daisies, niggas spend at rind tables
Talking all that heinous language Zootonica, insomnia
Put that money on your head, Balenciaga, Yamaka
Fifteen when I carry loads of dem Oseums and dem bag of nicks
Some even throw shavites, I mean daddy knows ain't no controlling me
My bad lil Scotty, my side, she give me head before the ass
And never let no nigga smash, no puff in her past
We breaking everything you have, thank you for making it last
Get everything that you got, break me a piece of that out
Rest in peace, niggas, I lost
I got handles on my vlogger
[F#m] Service [Bm] to my vlogger
Yeah, that's my vlogger
[D] To [A] my [Bm]
vlogger
[D] [C#] [Bm] Pray to Lord I'm a [Em] shotta
[A] She be poppa
[Bm]
[D] Yeah, that's my [Bm] vlogger
[D] [C#] [Bm]
Oh [B] God, this shit too cold for the MIG, yeah
Bang, bang, [Bm] bang, my niggas they tame
My burial ass in that fig spang
Sit merlot, watch us make the champagne rain
Let my nigga lay and hang, I'm a southside nigga with a cang rain
We running, so much we running, spring and fall y'all can't be nothing
Winner they cuffing, cuffing them niggas they loving
The same muffins my niggas stuffing
Riding through, rocking, shakka zulu
Kripo, hoe fam, kibu, bloody, yesu
Ain't you supposed to preach as you practice
Put a rubber on if you stabbing
Get baptized if you Baptist
But ain't it evil to live backwards
Holy ghost, hola
Shakka do blaka nulaos
That's tongue for you niggas who lost
I got handles on my [C#m] vlogger
Service [Bm] to my vlogger
Yeah, that's my vlogger
[F#m] To my [Bm]
vlogger
Pray the lord on my [Em] shakta
[F#m] She be talking
[Bm]
[A] Yeah, that's my [Bm] vlogger
[F#m] [B]
Key:
Bm
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F#m
A
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Bm
D
F#m
This type of shit happens everyday _
All dem a man dem want for peep up and stay
But [G] none of dem have the guts to pull out [Am] and spray
None of [A#] dem have the guts to pull out [Bm] and spray _
Pull out and spray _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
got handles on my _ vlogger
[F#m] Service to [Bm] my _ vlogger
Yeah, that's my vlogger
_ _ _ [D] To my [Bm]
vlogger
_ _ _ _ _ Pray to Lord [G] I'm a shotta
She [A] be [Bm] _
poppa
_ [G] Yeah, that's [A] my [Bm] vlogger
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [C#] [Bm] I'm that Ferragamo Hussein
Time cruising rock but they just send me God's steak
Hit me, K, coulda thought I'm Jewish
Fuck, fuck, fuck, might lose your soul for my language
Nod, daisies, niggas spend at rind tables
Talking all that heinous language _ _ Zootonica, insomnia
Put that money on your head, Balenciaga, _ Yamaka
_ Fifteen when I carry loads of dem Oseums and dem bag of nicks
Some even throw shavites, I mean daddy knows ain't no controlling me
_ _ _ My bad lil Scotty, my side, she give me head before the ass
And never let no nigga smash, no puff in her past
We breaking everything you have, thank you for making it last
Get everything that you got, break me a piece of that out
Rest in peace, niggas, I lost
I got handles on my vlogger
_ [F#m] Service [Bm] to my vlogger
Yeah, that's my vlogger
_ _ _ [D] _ To [A] my [Bm] _
vlogger
_ [D] _ _ _ [C#] [Bm] Pray to Lord I'm a _ [Em] shotta
[A] She be poppa
[Bm] _
_ _ _ [D] Yeah, that's my [Bm] vlogger
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [C#] _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ _ Oh _ _ _ [B] God, this shit too cold for the MIG, yeah
Bang, bang, [Bm] bang, my niggas they tame
My burial ass in that fig spang
_ Sit merlot, watch us make the champagne rain
Let my nigga lay and hang, I'm a southside nigga with a cang rain
We running, so much we running, spring and fall y'all can't be nothing
Winner they cuffing, cuffing them niggas they loving
The same muffins my niggas stuffing _
_ Riding through, rocking, shakka zulu
Kripo, hoe fam, kibu, bloody, yesu
Ain't you supposed to preach as you practice
Put a rubber on if you stabbing
Get baptized if you Baptist
But ain't it evil to live backwards _
_ _ Holy ghost, hola
Shakka do blaka nulaos
That's tongue for you niggas who lost
I got handles on my _ _ [C#m] vlogger
Service [Bm] to my vlogger
Yeah, that's my vlogger
_ _ _ _ [F#m] To my _ [Bm] _
_ vlogger
_ _ _ Pray the lord on my [Em] shakta
[F#m] She be talking
[Bm] _
_ _ [A] Yeah, that's my [Bm] vlogger
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [B] _
All dem a man dem want for peep up and stay
But [G] none of dem have the guts to pull out [Am] and spray
None of [A#] dem have the guts to pull out [Bm] and spray _
Pull out and spray _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
got handles on my _ vlogger
[F#m] Service to [Bm] my _ vlogger
Yeah, that's my vlogger
_ _ _ [D] To my [Bm]
vlogger
_ _ _ _ _ Pray to Lord [G] I'm a shotta
She [A] be [Bm] _
poppa
_ [G] Yeah, that's [A] my [Bm] vlogger
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [C#] [Bm] I'm that Ferragamo Hussein
Time cruising rock but they just send me God's steak
Hit me, K, coulda thought I'm Jewish
Fuck, fuck, fuck, might lose your soul for my language
Nod, daisies, niggas spend at rind tables
Talking all that heinous language _ _ Zootonica, insomnia
Put that money on your head, Balenciaga, _ Yamaka
_ Fifteen when I carry loads of dem Oseums and dem bag of nicks
Some even throw shavites, I mean daddy knows ain't no controlling me
_ _ _ My bad lil Scotty, my side, she give me head before the ass
And never let no nigga smash, no puff in her past
We breaking everything you have, thank you for making it last
Get everything that you got, break me a piece of that out
Rest in peace, niggas, I lost
I got handles on my vlogger
_ [F#m] Service [Bm] to my vlogger
Yeah, that's my vlogger
_ _ _ [D] _ To [A] my [Bm] _
vlogger
_ [D] _ _ _ [C#] [Bm] Pray to Lord I'm a _ [Em] shotta
[A] She be poppa
[Bm] _
_ _ _ [D] Yeah, that's my [Bm] vlogger
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [C#] _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ _ Oh _ _ _ [B] God, this shit too cold for the MIG, yeah
Bang, bang, [Bm] bang, my niggas they tame
My burial ass in that fig spang
_ Sit merlot, watch us make the champagne rain
Let my nigga lay and hang, I'm a southside nigga with a cang rain
We running, so much we running, spring and fall y'all can't be nothing
Winner they cuffing, cuffing them niggas they loving
The same muffins my niggas stuffing _
_ Riding through, rocking, shakka zulu
Kripo, hoe fam, kibu, bloody, yesu
Ain't you supposed to preach as you practice
Put a rubber on if you stabbing
Get baptized if you Baptist
But ain't it evil to live backwards _
_ _ Holy ghost, hola
Shakka do blaka nulaos
That's tongue for you niggas who lost
I got handles on my _ _ [C#m] vlogger
Service [Bm] to my vlogger
Yeah, that's my vlogger
_ _ _ _ [F#m] To my _ [Bm] _
_ vlogger
_ _ _ Pray the lord on my [Em] shakta
[F#m] She be talking
[Bm] _
_ _ [A] Yeah, that's my [Bm] vlogger
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [B] _