Chords for Yo Gotti - Pop My Shit
Tempo:
78 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
Eb
Ebm
Bbm
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Pop [Bb] your shit, pop your shit, pop my shit
[Eb] Yo, let me pop my shit, nigga flat out hate you
Me no oppa shit, yeah, and we opposite
I be on that straight get to the money, don't make me throw shit
You might catch me in a tux, suit and background on the Phantom
And you pussies know what's up, walk down my collar
Hundred thousand dollars and my slippers saying Prada
My whole don't get me from my network, fucking gentified
I got twelve million and watch on the street, nigga
I know how to hide, I got forty million and pop it
And it's all there, why you tough ass nigga be shooting that gun?
My cause ain't no flesh to me, any bitch stand next [Bb] to me
She gotta put my ex to sleep, she ain't get D-Rack [Ebm] from me
Gotta arch that back for me, wake up, put her back [Bb] to sleep
Wake up, tell her rub my feet, tell the world how you fucked [Eb] with me
Now, pop your shit, yo, let me pop my shit
Nigga flat out hating, ain't no oppa shit, yeah, and we opposite
I be on that straight get to the money, don't make me throw shit
Yo, let me pop my shit
Nigga flat out hating, ain't no oppa shit, yeah, [Bbm] and we opposite
I be on that straight get to the money, [Eb] don't make me throw shit
Seven days a week, I can fly private if I wanted to
I'm consistent, I won't ever let up if I wanted to
I'm persistent, I see every detail and won't skip a step
Real legal, won't tell my dog to do something I wouldn't do myself
We pick up Chanel, and we leave Fendi on the shelf
Yo, rock's big as hell, went to the jeweler, couldn't help myself
Million in a Duffy, bought my son a fluffy
Plugged, trust me, we must be street, love me and I love him back
Gave my bitch [Bb] a million, she been turning up, don't know how to act
Here's another [Ebm] million, better flip this shit and bring it back
Real hustle-lustle, that's the type of shit [Bb] that I attract
And she turn me on, riding that dick and talking [Eb] bout it
[F] [Eb]
[Bb] [Bb]
[Ebm] [Bb]
[Eb] Yo, let me pop my shit, nigga flat out hate you
Me no oppa shit, yeah, and we opposite
I be on that straight get to the money, don't make me throw shit
You might catch me in a tux, suit and background on the Phantom
And you pussies know what's up, walk down my collar
Hundred thousand dollars and my slippers saying Prada
My whole don't get me from my network, fucking gentified
I got twelve million and watch on the street, nigga
I know how to hide, I got forty million and pop it
And it's all there, why you tough ass nigga be shooting that gun?
My cause ain't no flesh to me, any bitch stand next [Bb] to me
She gotta put my ex to sleep, she ain't get D-Rack [Ebm] from me
Gotta arch that back for me, wake up, put her back [Bb] to sleep
Wake up, tell her rub my feet, tell the world how you fucked [Eb] with me
Now, pop your shit, yo, let me pop my shit
Nigga flat out hating, ain't no oppa shit, yeah, and we opposite
I be on that straight get to the money, don't make me throw shit
Yo, let me pop my shit
Nigga flat out hating, ain't no oppa shit, yeah, [Bbm] and we opposite
I be on that straight get to the money, [Eb] don't make me throw shit
Seven days a week, I can fly private if I wanted to
I'm consistent, I won't ever let up if I wanted to
I'm persistent, I see every detail and won't skip a step
Real legal, won't tell my dog to do something I wouldn't do myself
We pick up Chanel, and we leave Fendi on the shelf
Yo, rock's big as hell, went to the jeweler, couldn't help myself
Million in a Duffy, bought my son a fluffy
Plugged, trust me, we must be street, love me and I love him back
Gave my bitch [Bb] a million, she been turning up, don't know how to act
Here's another [Ebm] million, better flip this shit and bring it back
Real hustle-lustle, that's the type of shit [Bb] that I attract
And she turn me on, riding that dick and talking [Eb] bout it
[F] [Eb]
[Bb] [Bb]
[Ebm] [Bb]
Key:
Bb
Eb
Ebm
Bbm
F
Bb
Eb
Ebm
_ _ Pop [Bb] your shit, _ _ pop your shit, pop my shit _ _ _
[Eb] _ Yo, let me pop my shit, nigga flat out hate you
Me no oppa shit, yeah, and we opposite
I be on that straight get to the money, don't make me throw shit
You might catch me in a tux, suit and background on the Phantom
And you pussies know what's up, walk down my collar
Hundred thousand dollars and my slippers saying Prada
My whole don't get me from my network, fucking gentified
I got twelve million and watch on the street, nigga
I know how to hide, I got forty million and pop it
_ And it's all there, why you tough ass nigga be shooting that gun?
My cause ain't no flesh to me, any bitch stand next [Bb] to me
She gotta put my ex to sleep, she ain't get D-Rack [Ebm] from me
Gotta arch that back for me, wake up, put her back [Bb] to sleep
Wake up, tell her rub my feet, tell the world how you fucked [Eb] with me
Now, pop your shit, yo, let me pop my shit
Nigga flat out hating, ain't no oppa shit, yeah, and we opposite
I be on that straight get to the money, don't make me throw shit
Yo, let me pop my shit
Nigga flat out hating, ain't no oppa shit, yeah, [Bbm] and we opposite
I be on that straight get to the money, [Eb] don't make me throw shit
Seven days a week, I can fly private if I wanted to
I'm consistent, I won't ever let up if I wanted to
I'm persistent, I see every detail and won't skip a step
Real legal, won't tell my dog to do something I wouldn't do myself
We pick up Chanel, and we leave Fendi on the shelf
Yo, rock's big as hell, went to the jeweler, couldn't help myself
Million in a Duffy, bought my son a fluffy
Plugged, trust me, we must be street, love me and I love him back
Gave my bitch [Bb] a million, she been turning up, don't know how to act
Here's another [Ebm] million, better flip this shit and bring it back
Real hustle-lustle, that's the type of shit [Bb] that I attract
And she turn me on, riding that dick and talking [Eb] bout it _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [Bb] _
[Ebm] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ Yo, let me pop my shit, nigga flat out hate you
Me no oppa shit, yeah, and we opposite
I be on that straight get to the money, don't make me throw shit
You might catch me in a tux, suit and background on the Phantom
And you pussies know what's up, walk down my collar
Hundred thousand dollars and my slippers saying Prada
My whole don't get me from my network, fucking gentified
I got twelve million and watch on the street, nigga
I know how to hide, I got forty million and pop it
_ And it's all there, why you tough ass nigga be shooting that gun?
My cause ain't no flesh to me, any bitch stand next [Bb] to me
She gotta put my ex to sleep, she ain't get D-Rack [Ebm] from me
Gotta arch that back for me, wake up, put her back [Bb] to sleep
Wake up, tell her rub my feet, tell the world how you fucked [Eb] with me
Now, pop your shit, yo, let me pop my shit
Nigga flat out hating, ain't no oppa shit, yeah, and we opposite
I be on that straight get to the money, don't make me throw shit
Yo, let me pop my shit
Nigga flat out hating, ain't no oppa shit, yeah, [Bbm] and we opposite
I be on that straight get to the money, [Eb] don't make me throw shit
Seven days a week, I can fly private if I wanted to
I'm consistent, I won't ever let up if I wanted to
I'm persistent, I see every detail and won't skip a step
Real legal, won't tell my dog to do something I wouldn't do myself
We pick up Chanel, and we leave Fendi on the shelf
Yo, rock's big as hell, went to the jeweler, couldn't help myself
Million in a Duffy, bought my son a fluffy
Plugged, trust me, we must be street, love me and I love him back
Gave my bitch [Bb] a million, she been turning up, don't know how to act
Here's another [Ebm] million, better flip this shit and bring it back
Real hustle-lustle, that's the type of shit [Bb] that I attract
And she turn me on, riding that dick and talking [Eb] bout it _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [Bb] _
[Ebm] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _