Kunci Gitar Intro
Key Glock
Key Glock

N/A1 dilihat
Kunci: Db major
Verse 1
Ab5
Ab5
Eb
Eb
Abm
Abm
Absus4
Absus4
(Sosa
Abm
Abm
Eb
Eb
Abm
Abm
808 made
it)
Yeah (Glock)
Yeah, yeah, okay,
Eb
Eb
Ab
Ab
okay (the fuck)
Verse 2
It ain't 'bout money,
Eb
Eb
it ain't no discussion
Ab
Ab
Got the pocket rocket,
no time for tussling
All this money got these
Eb
Eb
bitches in love with me
Wanna fuck me, baby,
Ab
Ab
but ain't no cuddling
Eb
Eb
Pillow talking Choppa chop
Ab
Ab
ya like bucket shit
Eb
Eb
Ab
Ab
Eb
Eb
Let it burn, let it burn,
Ab
Ab
yeah, that Ush er shit
I'm balling hard, nigga,
it ain't no sucker shit
Money talk, yours funny,
Verse 3
Chris Tucker shit
Ab
Ab
Niggas hate me, but these
bitches be loving it
Eb
Eb
Ab
Ab
Talking 'bout you balling,
boy, you be fumbling
Eb
Eb
Ab
Ab
Pull up 30 deep, yeah, royal rumbling
Eb
Eb
Ab
Ab
Sexy tag on the back,
had to nut on it
Lumberjack from the back
Eb
Eb
when I'm cut ting it
Ab
Ab
Abm
Abm
Got these big ass Choppas, we like
some Russians
Ab
Ab
Eb
Eb
Cookie Backwood,
I'm pouring up 'Tussin
Ab
Ab
Got my MC Hammer,
you can not touch me (uh, uh)
Verse 4
Abm
Abm
Ab5
Ab5
Abm
Abm
Huh, you cannot
Absus4
Absus4
touch
G#m
G#m
me
Ain't no talking,
G#sus4
G#sus4
G#m
G#m
ain't no discussion
Ab5
Ab5
Brrt, bap, bap
Verse 5
Abm
Abm
Ab5
Ab5
They do what I say, yeah,
they call me Glock 'Bama
Ab
Ab
Eb
Eb
Ab
Ab
Like second plate, boy,
you better not run up
I'm getting cake and ain't
talking 'bout funnel
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Eb
I get more head than some
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Ab
goddamn bundles
Finesse him quick,
he a duck, call him Donald
Eb
Eb
Ab
Ab
Don't trust a soul,
got that from my mama
Don't trust a soul, put that on my mama
Hell, nah (uh, uh)
Verse 6
Ab
Ab
Eb
Eb
Fuck these niggas hating, I'ma get this paper
Ab
Ab
I ain't saving bitches, I be saving paper
Ebm
Ebm
Eb
Eb
I cock, then shoot like McGrady
Ab
Ab
All my niggas G's, I ain't talking Mason
Eb
Eb
I just left from Portland balling like a Blazer
Ab
Ab
My niggas pocket watching,
know they'll take it
Eb
Eb
Ab
Ab
Eb
Eb
Bullets coming hot just like the queso
Abm
Abm
Pull up foreigner's and you know we had
Ab5
Ab5
Abm
Abm
to race
Absus4
Absus4
'em
Verse 7
G#m
G#m
Straight out it
Absus4
Absus4
Abm
Abm
Straight dropping, no flip
Absus4
Absus4
Abm
Abm
Yeah, yeah,
Ab
Ab
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Verse 8
I'm a big dog, baby, you call me Clifford
Got a FN squeezing like lemons
Watch the niggas 'cause
Eb
Eb
they turning like Timmy
Ab
Ab
I'm on this paper route,
you know the business
Eb
Eb
I'm the GOAT, niggas don't call me Billy
Ab
Ab
I'm 'bout to buy it, nigga,
it ain't no lending
Young rich nigga act like some
Eb
Eb
gremlins
Ab
Ab
Got your bitch open wide like the dentist
Verse 9
Ab
Ab
Since a youngin', bitch, I
been 'bout the loot
Eb
Eb
Ab
Ab
She ain't let me fuck,
Eb
Eb
Ab
Ab
she blew me like soup
Eb
Eb
Tropicana call and I got the juice
I can hotbox in a coupe with no roof
Ab
Ab
Eb
Eb
Big Backwoods blow like a flute
Ab
Ab
Glock hard when I cock and I shoot
Eb
Eb
Keep the rocket, let it pop like balloons
Ab
Ab
Your rent's due, nigga,
it's time to move (get out)
Verse 10
Out the mud, now I'm foreign in public
Sipping mud,
Ab
Ab
blowing bud with my buddies
Flipping hoes with my boys
like the Dudleys
Ab
Ab
Skinny nigga, but my pockets is chubby
Ab
Ab
Ain't 'bout the money,
it ain't no discussion
Ain't talking money,
ain't talking 'bout nothing
Don't give me something,
I want all or nothing
Don't give me something, I want all or nothing

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