Headshot Chords

Key: G# Minor 🎸 Intro: G#m Pipe that shit up, TnT G#m Tahj Money G#m Dmac on the fuckin' track G#m E F# Bordeaux and Non Native 🎸 Verse: G#m I'm the one who tried to make a way when we was strugglin' G#m I remember rain, sleet, and snow, I was hustlin' G#m Know the feds watchin', middle fingers to the government G#m Glock in this Louis pouch, nigga, I ain't tusslin'

E Catfish, he don't really know who he fuckin' with E Opps send a message, you grab a Drac' to rebuttal it E Had a undertaker at your tombstone, shovelin' E F# Hell yeah, hollows bound to chew 'em like some Doublemint G#m Made it out the field with somе niggas I was thuggin' with G#m We'll send some shots through thеy crowd while they huddlin' G#m I'm the type to leave it in the streets, I ain't discussin' it G#m Tryna make it flip, I need that Rolls Royce Cullinan E Old bitches trippin', cut her off like a Backwood E Middle of the trenches, that's where me and the guys stood E Killers anonymous, black masks and black hoods (Yeah, uh, uh) F# Walk down on him, make sure he get clapped good (Uh, uh) 🎸 Verse: G#m I feel like the man of the hour (I do) G#m This gun on me (Gun on me), I'm demandin' the power (Brr) G#m He never talk to my face (Nah), that man is a coward G#m Ayy, uh, uh (Yeah) E Go lookin' for him every hour, uh E I 'member nights in the tower (I do) E She suckin' my dick out the shower E F# Tell her, "Be quiet," she told me, "Fuck me even louder" G#m Ayy, ayy, uh G#m Paid now (Paid now), feet up (Feet up) G#m All of your sneakers is beat up (They are) G#m Percocet (Percocet), geek up (Geek up) G#m You see the police and we speed up E Uh, yeah, look, they tryna catch us and link us E (They tryna catch us and link us) E Uh, yeah, they tryna find us F# But they don't know where to meet us, uh (Bow) G#m She wanna chill with me and all my niggas (She do) G#m She get extra freaky off the liquor (Uh), uh G#m She told us that she got a man (What ) G#m So we extra sneaky when I'm with her B She a lil' bad broad (Uh), she wanna go mad far (Uh uh) E F# Fivio Foreign in a fast car, I'm in a fast car, uh 🎸 Verse: G#m Fresh in the game, still see it as a blessin', the same G#m Hundred thousand 'round my neck for the chain G#m Tryna go out like a vet' in the game, put respect on my name G#m No security, I'm flexin' with gang, I'm a real one E Reminiscin' about all of my decisions E Embracin' the way of livin', I was runnin' through the field, dumb E Couple niggas disrespectin', we done killed them E F# Keep a shooter, they won't see, he my lil' one G#m Thirty shots, we ain't into usin' lil' guns G#m Nigga talkin' like he know me, he my real son G#m Rap beef, fuck the cap, I'ma drill some G#m Put the glizzy to your melon, make you feel dumb E Headshot, all black, he won't feel nothin' E Couple hollows to his back, we done filled him E Headshot or a lifelong sentence, E F# what you need for them to label you a real one