Jumbotron Shit Poppin chords by Drake

• Difficulty: Intermediate 💪

Key: Bm

Intro:

     (Wake up, Filthy!)
Am/C Bm/D      C/E     C/E Bm/D Am/C
Yeah!
     Am/C Bm/D C/E   C/E Bm/D Am/C


Verse:
Bm/D         C#m/E       D/F#
    We ain't even out in Turks, she finna take sand
D/F#       C#m/E         Bm/D
    Ridin' 'round with F&N, we like to hold hands (Oogie Mane he killed it)
Bm/D         C#m/E   D/F#
    But with two-sip thot, he ain't leave the bed
D/F#           C#m/E            Bm/D
    Damn, they dipped a pint of TEC in a Code Red

Bm/D C#m/E              D/F#
If I tell this bitch to pull up, she gon' moped it
D/F#        C#m/E          Bm/D
My dawg, he don't smoke on shit, unless it's unleaded
Bm/D             C#m/E         D/F#
I don't back and forth over no net, so just go on and dead it
D/F#            C#m/E           Bm/D
See me when you see me, if it's smoke, dawg, you're unleashy

Bm/D           C#m/E          D/F#
Thick Moroccan bitch, this my fav', I'ma go on and beat it
D/F#           C#m/E           Bm/D
Lookin' in the mirror, kiss my face, I'm too conceited
Bm/D        C#m/E       D/F#
Send a girl home, call another, dawg, I'm too slime
D/F#            C#m/E         Bm/D
She ain't wanna eat it on her first day, it's haram


Chorus:
Bm/D              C#m/E          D/F#
I don't fuck with drugs, poppin' X for the first time
D/F#             C#m/E      Bm/D
That shit kicked in, like a two-time world champ
Bm/D            C#m/E           D/F#
Booted up, that shit hit up and down, like a skate-ramp
    D/F#         C#m/E           Bm/D
She vapin' in my room, that shit lit up like a glow-lamp

Bm/D     C#m/E        D/F#
Who want smoke? Okay, cool, let's they whole camp
D/F#     C#m/E          Bm/D
Big shit popper, we the ones to get your shirt damp
Bm/D          C#m/E        D/F#
Niggas try to take a nigga spot, now it's too cramped
D/F#  C#m/E      Bm/D
Up, 8AM, geekin' hard, I'm a real vamp


Bridge:
Bm/D                       C#m/E
These niggas got me fucked up, dawg, I'm too amped
D/F#
Mmm-mmm, make this bitch lick me like a mail stamp
Bm/D                  D/F#
Mmm-mmm, strapped up, fuck it, I'ma die lit
C#m/E
Too slime, posted at the crib in a snake pit

Bm/D                        C#m/E
Every time I tell you how I feel, I don't fake shit
D/F#
Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr
Bm/D           D/F#
Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, okay
D/F#     C#m/E      Bm/D
    Everybody got a stick, we don't run fades


Verse:
Bm/D         C#m/E       D/F#
    We ain't even out in Turks, she finna take sand
D/F#       C#m/E         Bm/D
    Ridin' 'round with F&N, we like to hold hands (Oogie Mane he killed it)
Bm/D         C#m/E   D/F#
    But with two-sip thot, he ain't leave the bed
D/F#           C#m/E            Bm/D
    Damn, they dipped a pint of TEC in a Code Red

Bm/D C#m/E              D/F#
If I tell this bitch to pull up, she gon' moped it
D/F#        C#m/E          Bm/D
My dawg, he don't smoke on shit, unless it's unleaded
Bm/D             C#m/E         D/F#
I don't back and forth over no net, so just go on and dead it
D/F#            C#m/E           Bm/D
See me when you see me, if it's smoke, dawg, you're unleashy


Outro:
Bm/D C#m/E D/F#   D/F# C#m/E Bm/D

Bm/D C#m/E D/F#   D/F# C#m/E Bm/D

Bm/D C#m/E D/F#   D/F# C#m/E Bm/D

Bm/D C#m/E D/F#   D/F# C#m/E Bm/D

Bm C#m D   D/F# C#m/E Bm/D

Bm C#m D   D/F# C#m/E Bm/D