Chords for YelaWolf "Gangsta Walk" (Get Buck Freestyle)
Tempo:
71.1 bpm
Chords used:
E
Em
Am
C
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Man, they can't, they can't, they can't Slow Mafia
Gangsta Boo
Catfish Billy
Yeah! Yeah!
[Em]
I am still that motherfucker
Ain't nothing new to this
Been that country cousin way before
I even knew shit
Seven hundred dollar glass of whiskey
In my shoe tip, using my go-feet
To take these olive [Am] opportunity
[N] Told a bitch walk in a cookie bottle
Then I step out the silver waddle, light a cigarette up
And then hobble off onto the alleyway covered in smoke
Like the legend of Sleepy Hollow
Colder than a December breeze in Chicago, rolling up my sleeves
And this one ain't a lot of em, I hear working hard
But that ain't my problem, fuck em [E] all, because all of that shit is viral
Got a bucket of piss in, I'm good on this, see no college tuition
On the whole of the mission, I'm headed to Memphis
With the re-enactment, broke a 3-6
Fill up with the big pen and create a helix
You brought up a phoenix
Been [N] dripping in, leaking juice, bitch
You see em draining
Look at all my puppy dogs, daddy left you in the kitchen
Now you fucking going off
Cooking up a new rendition
Country rappers on my balls
Look at all the rugneckers, them should've popped some Thunderballs
I [N] wasn't paying attention
That's 80's like SAT's
I never took nothing for it
Days to confuse majorly, dude, I never took nothing for it
I was just bored
I was just stuck in my trailer walking back and forth
Became a rapper just so I could sing and lose every fan that I [E] had before
Every day out gay
Me and hand-dad danced too
Around about 08
When I wore fat shoes
No Balenciagos, I was Horton Jordans
With a corduroy hat for Jordan, Florida
Forget about the old me kinda, sorta
Put on a pair of [C] boots and I jumped the border
But what's a [E] border to a native quarter
But a way to [B] make Trump create an order
I'm a rebel bitch, I don't wait at the shore for a wave to crash
I go make the water, transport a surfing earth
I'm never nervous, you can't evolve living on the surface
You can't take me for my purpose
That's like [Em] ticket 50 from Curtis
So hop in the next, yeah, just hop in the next plane
But I got the whole fucking highway
Run over you like a step tank
Tryna catch up on your G-Box
You better watch where you're stepping
I'll shit on your champion sweatsuit
Cause me and your pop at a wedding
Put on music, flip a legum as niggas
Get back in the room, we need those teams now
Yeah, I brought the slums out, striped suits
And the Tang Gang, CF Johnny Cash and Jim Morrison
Became B-Boys from 10th and MMP
Floyd before it's a group with Hank, B-Up, Corson
From everything [Am] Wood B, B and [F] Paul Williams
Trump Music 3
Gangsta Boo
Catfish Billy
Yeah! Yeah!
[Em]
I am still that motherfucker
Ain't nothing new to this
Been that country cousin way before
I even knew shit
Seven hundred dollar glass of whiskey
In my shoe tip, using my go-feet
To take these olive [Am] opportunity
[N] Told a bitch walk in a cookie bottle
Then I step out the silver waddle, light a cigarette up
And then hobble off onto the alleyway covered in smoke
Like the legend of Sleepy Hollow
Colder than a December breeze in Chicago, rolling up my sleeves
And this one ain't a lot of em, I hear working hard
But that ain't my problem, fuck em [E] all, because all of that shit is viral
Got a bucket of piss in, I'm good on this, see no college tuition
On the whole of the mission, I'm headed to Memphis
With the re-enactment, broke a 3-6
Fill up with the big pen and create a helix
You brought up a phoenix
Been [N] dripping in, leaking juice, bitch
You see em draining
Look at all my puppy dogs, daddy left you in the kitchen
Now you fucking going off
Cooking up a new rendition
Country rappers on my balls
Look at all the rugneckers, them should've popped some Thunderballs
I [N] wasn't paying attention
That's 80's like SAT's
I never took nothing for it
Days to confuse majorly, dude, I never took nothing for it
I was just bored
I was just stuck in my trailer walking back and forth
Became a rapper just so I could sing and lose every fan that I [E] had before
Every day out gay
Me and hand-dad danced too
Around about 08
When I wore fat shoes
No Balenciagos, I was Horton Jordans
With a corduroy hat for Jordan, Florida
Forget about the old me kinda, sorta
Put on a pair of [C] boots and I jumped the border
But what's a [E] border to a native quarter
But a way to [B] make Trump create an order
I'm a rebel bitch, I don't wait at the shore for a wave to crash
I go make the water, transport a surfing earth
I'm never nervous, you can't evolve living on the surface
You can't take me for my purpose
That's like [Em] ticket 50 from Curtis
So hop in the next, yeah, just hop in the next plane
But I got the whole fucking highway
Run over you like a step tank
Tryna catch up on your G-Box
You better watch where you're stepping
I'll shit on your champion sweatsuit
Cause me and your pop at a wedding
Put on music, flip a legum as niggas
Get back in the room, we need those teams now
Yeah, I brought the slums out, striped suits
And the Tang Gang, CF Johnny Cash and Jim Morrison
Became B-Boys from 10th and MMP
Floyd before it's a group with Hank, B-Up, Corson
From everything [Am] Wood B, B and [F] Paul Williams
Trump Music 3
Key:
E
Em
Am
C
B
E
Em
Am
Man, they can't, they can't, they can't Slow Mafia
_ Gangsta Boo
_ Catfish Billy
Yeah! Yeah!
_ [Em]
I am still that motherfucker
Ain't nothing new to this
Been that country cousin way before
I even knew shit
Seven hundred dollar glass of whiskey
In my shoe tip, using my go-feet
To take these olive [Am] opportunity
[N] Told a bitch walk in a cookie bottle
Then I step out the silver waddle, light a cigarette up
And then hobble off onto the alleyway covered in smoke
Like the legend of Sleepy Hollow
Colder than a December breeze in Chicago, rolling up my sleeves
And this one ain't a lot of em, I hear working hard
But that ain't my problem, fuck em [E] all, because all of that shit is viral
Got a bucket of piss in, I'm good on this, see no college tuition
On the whole of the mission, I'm headed to Memphis
With the re-enactment, broke a 3-6
Fill up with the big pen and create a helix
You brought up a phoenix
Been [N] dripping in, leaking juice, bitch
You see em draining
Look at all my puppy dogs, daddy left you in the kitchen
Now you fucking going off
Cooking up a new rendition
Country rappers on my balls
Look at all the rugneckers, them should've popped some Thunderballs
I [N] wasn't paying attention
That's 80's like SAT's
I never took nothing for it
Days to confuse majorly, dude, I never took nothing for it
I was just bored
I was just stuck in my trailer walking back and forth
Became a rapper just so I could sing and lose every fan that I [E] had before
Every day out gay
Me and hand-dad danced too
Around about 08
When I wore fat shoes
No Balenciagos, I was Horton Jordans
With a corduroy hat for Jordan, Florida
Forget about the old me kinda, sorta
Put on a pair of [C] boots and I jumped the border
But what's a [E] border to a native quarter
But a way to [B] make Trump create an order
I'm a rebel bitch, I don't wait at the shore for a wave to crash
I go make the water, transport a surfing earth
I'm never nervous, you can't evolve living on the surface
You can't take me for my purpose
That's like [Em] ticket 50 from Curtis
So hop in the next, yeah, just hop in the next plane
But I got the whole fucking highway
Run over you like a step tank
Tryna catch up on your G-Box
You better watch where you're stepping
I'll shit on your champion sweatsuit
Cause me and your pop at a wedding
Put on music, flip a legum as niggas
Get back in the room, we need those teams now
Yeah, I brought the slums out, striped suits
And the Tang Gang, CF Johnny Cash and Jim Morrison
Became B-Boys from 10th and MMP
Floyd before it's a group with Hank, B-Up, Corson
From everything [Am] Wood B, B and [F] Paul Williams
_ Trump Music 3 _ _ _ _
_ Gangsta Boo
_ Catfish Billy
Yeah! Yeah!
_ [Em]
I am still that motherfucker
Ain't nothing new to this
Been that country cousin way before
I even knew shit
Seven hundred dollar glass of whiskey
In my shoe tip, using my go-feet
To take these olive [Am] opportunity
[N] Told a bitch walk in a cookie bottle
Then I step out the silver waddle, light a cigarette up
And then hobble off onto the alleyway covered in smoke
Like the legend of Sleepy Hollow
Colder than a December breeze in Chicago, rolling up my sleeves
And this one ain't a lot of em, I hear working hard
But that ain't my problem, fuck em [E] all, because all of that shit is viral
Got a bucket of piss in, I'm good on this, see no college tuition
On the whole of the mission, I'm headed to Memphis
With the re-enactment, broke a 3-6
Fill up with the big pen and create a helix
You brought up a phoenix
Been [N] dripping in, leaking juice, bitch
You see em draining
Look at all my puppy dogs, daddy left you in the kitchen
Now you fucking going off
Cooking up a new rendition
Country rappers on my balls
Look at all the rugneckers, them should've popped some Thunderballs
I [N] wasn't paying attention
That's 80's like SAT's
I never took nothing for it
Days to confuse majorly, dude, I never took nothing for it
I was just bored
I was just stuck in my trailer walking back and forth
Became a rapper just so I could sing and lose every fan that I [E] had before
Every day out gay
Me and hand-dad danced too
Around about 08
When I wore fat shoes
No Balenciagos, I was Horton Jordans
With a corduroy hat for Jordan, Florida
Forget about the old me kinda, sorta
Put on a pair of [C] boots and I jumped the border
But what's a [E] border to a native quarter
But a way to [B] make Trump create an order
I'm a rebel bitch, I don't wait at the shore for a wave to crash
I go make the water, transport a surfing earth
I'm never nervous, you can't evolve living on the surface
You can't take me for my purpose
That's like [Em] ticket 50 from Curtis
So hop in the next, yeah, just hop in the next plane
But I got the whole fucking highway
Run over you like a step tank
Tryna catch up on your G-Box
You better watch where you're stepping
I'll shit on your champion sweatsuit
Cause me and your pop at a wedding
Put on music, flip a legum as niggas
Get back in the room, we need those teams now
Yeah, I brought the slums out, striped suits
And the Tang Gang, CF Johnny Cash and Jim Morrison
Became B-Boys from 10th and MMP
Floyd before it's a group with Hank, B-Up, Corson
From everything [Am] Wood B, B and [F] Paul Williams
_ Trump Music 3 _ _ _ _