Not A Cop chords by Vasa
Verse 1
G
D
C
Em
G
D
I pull up , like,
C
G
how you pull up, baby?
D
How you pull up?
C
Am
G
How you pull up?
D
C
I pull up, step in the kitchen,
Em
let's go
G
D
Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car
C
Em
With a pistol on my hip like I'm a cop
G
Have you ever met a real
D
nigga rockstar?
C
Em
This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock
G
My Glock told me to promise
D
you gon' squeeze me
C
You better let me go the
Em
day you need me
G
So that you bust me on that nigga,
D
get to bussin'
C
Em
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop
G
It's safe to say I earned that,
D
ain't a nigga gave me nothin'
C
I'm ready to hop out on a nigga,
Em
get to bussin'
G
Know you heard me say you play you late,
D
don't make me push the butt
C
Full of pain, dropped enough tears
Em
to fill up a fuckin' bucket
G
Goin' for buckets, I bought a chopper
D
I got a big drum and hold a hundred,
ain't going for nothing
C
I'm ready to air it out on all
these niggas,
Em
I can say I'm run ning
She talk to my momma,
G
she hit me on Fa ceTime
D
Just to check up on me and my brother
I'm really the baby,
she know that the youngest son
C
Em
Was always guaranteed to get the money
Okay, let's go!
G
She know that the baby boy
D
was always guaranteed to get the loot
She know what I do,
C
she know if I run from a nigga
Em
G
I'ma pull it out and shoot him PTSD,
D
I'm always waking up in cold sweats like I got the flu
My daughter a G,
C
she saw me kill a nigga in of her before the age of two
G
And I'd kill another nigga too
Em
If I let another nigga do
C
something to you
Em
As long as you know that,
don't let nobody tell you different
D
C
Em
how they love you
G
D
Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car
C
Em
Put a pistol on my hip like I'm a cop
G
Have you ever met a real
D
nigga rockstar?
C
Em
This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock
G
My Glock told me to promise
D
you gon' squeeze me
C
You better let me go today,
Em
you need me
G
So bitch, you must be on that nigga,
D
get the bus
C
Em
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop
G
Keep a Glock and we not
D
ridin' in Suburban
C
Was a codeine,
Em
had a young n***a swervin'
G
I got the mop,
D
watch me wash him like detergent
C
And I'm ballin',
that's why there's
Em
diamonds on my shirt
G
Slide on offside
D
and flip the block back, yeah, yeah
C
My junior popped him
Em
and left him lopsided, yeah, yeah
We spin this block,
G
got the rebound in his rod, man
D
Give him a one time,
C
you can't cross me again
Em
Twelve hundred horsepower,
G
I get lost in the wind
D
If he talkin' on the yard,
C
the pen dolls will take his chin
Em
G
Maybach SUV for my refugee
D
Five blocks in the hood,
C
put money in the streets
I was solo and the opps caught
G
me at the gas station
D
Had it on me 30 ,000,
C
thought it was my last day
G
But they ain't even want no smoke
D
If I had to choose it,
C
murder would she roll
Em
Let's go
G
D
Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car
C
Em
Put a pistol on my hip like I'm a cop
G
Have you ever met a real
D
nigga rockstar?
C
Em
This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock
G
My Glock told me the promise,
D
you gon' squeeze me
C
Em
You better let me go today, you need me
G
D
Work me on that n***a, get the bus,
C
And if I ain't enough,
Em
G
C
go get the chop
D
C
Em
G
D
C
Not A Cop
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