MOZZY feat POLO G, LIL POPPA | Pricetag Chords Guitar Piano and Lyrics

MOZZY feat POLO G, LIL POPPA | Pricetag Chords Guitar Piano and Lyrics

Published on May 15, 2020 by guitarchordslyrics

Song Scale: D Minor
Signature BPM: 4/4
Metronome: 80
Strumming Pattern: DU,DU,DU,DU
 (Intro)
 Dm                          A 
 Mommy, India got them beats
                   Dm A Gm A
 Seph got the waves
 
 
 
 (Chorus)
             Dm
 Shooter geeking off that Molly, he might pop somethin’, yeah
          A
 Nobody tried us, he just wanna catch a body for me
        Dm
 Everything I own, that’s me, I got it out of the street
             A
 Got some choppers in the closet, bring ’em out if it’s beef
 
                   Gm
 Price-tag on his head, it ain’t shit to get your mind blown
              A
 Make sure he dead, raise off the cut and let that nine off
     Gm
 17 shots, empty the clip before we ride off
                        A
 Heard that boy been wolfing, left him stanking on the sidewalk
 
 [VERSE]
                                    Dm
 Ayy bitch, I’m banging ’till the death of me
  Dm
 Killers that’ll step for me (Uhh)
                   A
 Of course I love my auntie, I just hate that she on that Amphetamine
         Dm
 Sucker side scared of me
 Dm
 Scientific fact, though
                      A
 I just checked the ‘gram, nobody died, we doubled back, though
 
                    Gm
 Wolfing get you bagged, though
 Gm
 Booling in my bath robe
                 A
 Tending to this trap phone
 A                                              Gm
 Shoot him, if his mask on, I’m tryna knock his mask off
             A
 Fire up and stab off
  A
 Synthetic [?]
 A
 My driller off of bath salt
 
                    Gm
 [?] him to the asphalt
 
 Business boomin’, bag talk
         A
 Buy it wholesale and then we sell it to him, half off
            Gm
 Fuck the opposition, bitch, I’m trippin’, tear his ass off
                A
 Fuck the opposition, bitch, I’m trippin’, tear his ass off
 
 
 
 (Chorus)
             Dm
 Shooter geeking off that Molly, he might pop somethin’, yeah
          A
 Nobody tried us, he just wanna catch a body for me
        Dm
 Everything I own, that’s me, I got it out of the street
             A
 Got some choppers in the closet, bring ’em out if it’s beef
 
                   Gm
 Price-tag on his head, it ain’t shit to get your mind blown
              A
 Make sure he dead, raise off the cut and let that nine off
     Gm
 17 shots, empty the clip before we ride off
                        A
 Heard that boy been wolfing, left him stanking on the sidewalk
 
 [VERSE]
                       Dm
 Foenem tweaking, busting in the party, dropping gang signs
                      A
 If we pop out later out, we tryna score, lil’ bitch, it’s game time
               Dm
 Ready for whatever, I won’t hesitate to bang mine
                       A
 I went through the struggle but I made it through that pain fine
 
                 Gm
 Now it’s all smiles, I swear we spent so many days cryin’
                   A
 Remember sellin’ crack, weed, and pills at the same time
                      Gm
 Now, I’m swerving foreigns, you might catch me switching lanes, flyin’
                     A
 Balling like I’m Jordan, I be fly like I got hang time
 
 (Chorus)
             Dm
 Shooter geeking off that Molly, he might pop somethin’, yeah
          A
 Nobody tried us, he just wanna catch a body for me
        Dm
 Everything I own, that’s me, I got it out of the street
             A
 Got some choppers in the closet, bring ’em out if it’s beef
 
                   Gm
 Price-tag on his head, it ain’t shit to get your mind blown
              A
 Make sure he dead, raise off the cut and let that nine off
     Gm
 17 shots, empty the clip before we ride off
                        A
 Heard that boy been wolfing, left him stanking on the sidewalk
 
 [VERSE]
                        Dm
 I know these niggas, I can’t catch him, knock his dawg off
                A
 At your momma job everyday, until you call off
                        Dm
 I might send a nigga on a dead-end with a sawed-off
                            A
 If you diss me on your Instagram Live then you get logged off
 
                             Gm
 I don’t like to talk on phones, police going through them call logs
                                    A
 You throwed the rock and hid your hand, okay, cool we gon’ kill all y’all
                           Gm
 Lil’ nigga but I’m big dawg
  Gm
 I’m who they call when shit pop off
                         A
 We can get your block took off
  A
 Don’t be expecting me to look out
 
 (Chorus)
             Dm
 Shooter geeking off that Molly, he might pop somethin’, yeah
          A
 Nobody tried us, he just wanna catch a body for me
        Dm
 Everything I own, that’s me, I got it out of the street
             A
 Got some choppers in the closet, bring ’em out if it’s beef
 
                   Gm
 Price-tag on his head, it ain’t shit to get your mind blown
              A
 Make sure he dead, raise off the cut and let that nine off
     Gm
 17 shots, empty the clip before we ride off
                        A
 Heard that boy been wolfing, left him stanking on the sidewalk
 

Lyrics


[Intro]

Mommy, India got them beats

Seph  got the waves

[Chorus: Lil Poppa & Polo G]

Shooter  geeking off that Molly, he might pop somethin’, yeah

Nobody tried us, he just wanna catch a body for me

Everything I own, that’s me, I got it out of the street

Got  some choppers in the closet, bring ’em out if it’s beef

Price-tag  on his head, it ain’t shit to get your mind blown

Make sure he dead, raise off the cut and let that nine off

17  shots, empty the clip before we ride off

Heard that boy been wolfing, left him stanking on the sidewalk

[Verse 1 Mozzy]

Ayy bitch, I’m banging ’till the death of me

Killers that’ll step for me (Uhh)

Of  course I love my auntie, I just hate that she on that Amphetamine

Sucker side scared of me

Scientific fact, though

I just checked the ‘gram, nobody died, we doubled back, though

Wolfing get you bagged, though

Booling in my bath robe

Tending to this trap phone

Shoot him, if his mask on, I’m tryna knock his mask off

Fire up and stab off

Synthetic [?]

My driller off of bath salt

[?] him to the asphalt

Business boomin’, bag talk

Buy it wholesale and then we sell it to him, half off

Fuck the opposition, bitch, I’m trippin’, tear his ass off

Fuck the opposition, bitch, I’m trippin’, tear his ass off

[Chorus: Lil Poppa & Polo G]

Shooter geeking off that Molly, he might pop somethin’, yeah

Nobody tried us, he just wanna catch a body for me

Everything I own, that’s me, I got it out of the street

Got some choppers in the closet, bring ’em out if it’s beef

Price-tag on his head, its ain’t shit to get your mind blown

Make sure he dead, raise off the cut and let that nine off

17 shots, empty the clip before we ride off

Heard that boy been wolfing, left him stanking on the sidewalk

[Verse 2: Polo G]

Foenem tweaking, busting in the party, dropping gang signs

If we pop out later out, we tryna score, lil’ bitch, it’s game time

Ready for whatever, I won’t hesitate to bang mine

I went through the struggle but I made it through that pain fine

Now it’s all smiles, I swear we spent so many days cryin’

Remember sellin’ crack, weed, and pills at the same time

Now, I’m swerving foreigns, you might catch me switching lanes, flyin’

Balling like I’m Jordan, I be fly like I got hang time

[Chorus: Lil Poppa & Polo G]

Shooter geeking off that Molly, he might pop somethin’, yeah

Nobody tried us, he just wanna catch a body for me

Everything I own, that’s me, I got it out of the street

Got some choppers in the closet, bring ’em out if it’s beef

Price-tag on his head, it ain’t shit to get your mind blown

Make sure he dead, raise off the cut and let that nine off

17 shots, empty the clip before we ride off

Heard that boy been wolfing, left him stanking on the sidewalk

[Verse 3: Lil Poppa]

I know these niggas, I can’t catch him, knock his dawg off

At your momma job everyday, until you call off

I might send a nigga on a dead-end with a sawed-off

If you diss me on your Instagram Live then you get logged off

I don’t like to talk on phones, police going through them call logs

You throwed the rock and hid your hand, okay, cool we gon’ kill all y’all

Lil’ nigga but I’m big dawg

I’m who they call when shit pop off

We can get your block took off

Don’t be expecting me to look out

[Chorus: Lil Poppa & Polo G]

Shooter geeking off that Molly, he might pop somethin’, yeah

Nobody tried us, he just wanna catch a body for me

Everything I own, that’s me, I got it out of the street

Got some choppers in the closet, bring ’em out if it’s beef

Price-tag on his head, it ain’t shit to get your mind blown

Make sure he dead, raise off the cut and let that nine off

17 shots, empty the clip before we ride off

Heard that boy been wolfing, left him stanking on the sidewalk

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