VVV Chords by mikeeysmind & Sanikwave
- Key: G
- BPM: 78
- Capo: no capo
TEMPO FORTE
VVV ACORDES
[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]