VVV Chords by mikeeysmind  &  Sanikwave

[Start]

[Intro]
G Bm G Bm G Bm Em
■ ■  ■ ■  ■ ■  ■ 


[Chorus]
B7               Em     
Blatt bih' blatt hold up
            B7   
Racks I got racks
            Em               
Money in my pants make me sag
   B7       Em                    
My bitch on my dick she got me mad
  B7               Em         
I pull Glock nines and I blast
            B7                    
I got Black Flag on my ass hol' up
                           B7                
Shawty wanna fuck on Carti 'cause he got cash


[Verse]
             B7    
I got Chrome Hearts
      B7       
I got die hards
                          B7          
I got bad bitches they in College Park
           Em                B7        
I'm on the Southside I got a Glock nine
         Em                            
And it's twentynine blatt blatt hol' up
B7                    
Fuck your side hold up
Em       B7                             Em       
Nigga we talking 'bout cash young nigga got money
B7                                            Bm 
Nigga we talking 'bout bags keep popping bags now
           Bm                                      
I'm on the block with the gats and I'm gon' tax now
    B7                                               
I'm on the block with the Glock and I'm gon' wack now
              B7     
Ap watch it's twotone
                            Em       
Gon' fuck that bitch riding home yeah
    B7     Em                   
I'm on the block I'm in the zone


[Chorus]
B7                      
Don't get me out my zone
Em     B7         
Get me out my zone
Em  B7         Bm            Em   
Bad bitch yeah she tryna get flown
    B7      Em    Bm        
Bad bitches tryna rock VLONE
         Em     
Yeah RIP X nigga
Bm                      
Tatted on my chest nigga
G                                  
Butterfly doors on the 'vette nigga


[Verse]
              B7                           
I came with a blick I just brought the fire
                                B7                      
I can't fuck with none of these lames they a fuckin' lie
                        B7                          
Bitch you know this get insane you could fuckin' die
Em                    B7                  Em  
I just pulled up in a Bentley it got frog eyes


[Chorus]
B7                Em                                  B7                          
■  I'm a fire guy walked inside the building with the grease I'm serving Five Guys
Em                                     B7                                 
If you ain't got no racks don't got no bags you can't even fuck with us ah
Em                                       B7                                 
You ain't got your swag you ain't got no bags you can't even fuck with us ah


[Verse]
                            B7                     
They some haters they ain't fuckin' with the mob ah
Em                         B7                    Em 
Bitch you broke that ain't with me that's not my job
                  B7                 
All my money do a jump it do a jog ah
                                                     Em 
Make him pull up with the blick yeah we gon' stretch him
               B7                             
All my pockets overloaded it's overwhelming ah
Em                          B7                        
How you know 'bout all this shit Man you a fuckin' spy
Em              B7              
We got mob ties baby got a felon
Em                       B7                                
Fuckin' on your thot she suckin' dick she bring the mail in
                B7                  
Bitch I get the head I get her melon
                              B7                  
Ridin' 'round the city like a demon like a villain
                                 Bm                        
Bitch I take these Percocets all day I ain't got no feeling
                                             G      
Ridin' in a doubleR Tonka bitch stars in the ceiling


[Chorus]
         B7                          Em                B7
Ooh yeah hey walkin' in the building I'ma gon' pull it up
               Em                  
We been up all day I'm off Adderall
  B7                           Em                 
I just pulled up in a Lamb' no I'm not your friend
B7                                         
Fuckin' on your thot fuckin' on your friend
Bm B7                                              
I  can't fuck with nobody that's not my best friend
                                            B7           
I just bought a brand new chain a brand new necklace yeah
                                B7  
Ridin' in a Bentley ridin' in a tank
                                     Bm   
I can't fuck with nobody I'm sellin' stain
                                Bm              
I just took a Percocet I took a crank I'm insane
                   Bm                           
Yeah I came with a blick I just brought the fire
                                Bm                      
I can't fuck with none of these lames they a fuckin' lie
Bm                                                  
These bitches fuck me 'cause they know I'm with Cudi
            B7                    
I'm smokin' dope like I'm Kid Cudi
                                               Em        
I fucked your bitch and I might fuck her buddy ■  hol' up
B7          Em   
Racks I got racks
                          B7 
Money in my pants make me sag
Em                             B7 
My bitch on my dick she got me mad
  Em                     B7    Bm
I pull Glock nines and I blast ■ 


[Outro]