Tonalité : C# minor
Intro 1
Em
Dm
Em
Verse 1
Dm
Yaw Yaw
F
Dm
Yaw
Woah
Verse 2
Yeah
Em
Hurry it up, roll it up
Hurry it up, roll it up
B
Hurry it up, roll it up
Dm
B
Dm
Fatter, fatter
Em
Hurry it up, roll it up
Hurry it up, roll it up
B
Hurry it up, roll it up
Em
Lighter, lighter
Trap ye da god bitch think i'm Pablo
G
Em
Trap ye da god bitch
B
Dm
I smoked Gelato
Em
Trap ye da god in my life I rock and roll
Dm
Em
Dm
Em
Trap ye da god bitch i'm fresh
Dm
Em
out up the stool (Hu)
Verse 3
Em
For another backwoods
imported them portage
Dm
Bb
Dm
Em
Choose a, weed in the back room
Dm
Em
imported ported means like
8 different weeds together
just smoke one black
Dm
Bb
And I, smoke in the day when so niggas
Em
buying i'm (Hu)
Perkys that live with the weed
Dm
Cookies, perkys and lean (Woa)
Bb
Copa be one for the team
You niggas don't know what I see
Dm
Em
This weed be saving me (hu)
Momma go pray for me
Dm
Bb
I want sherbert preferable,
Dm
you though that you was really checking me
Em
Hey, fuck how you feeling, aye
Dm
Stack it high, hoe nailed it
Bb
Dm
Huracan, I willed it
Em
Dm
Em
Top beat I killed it
My youngins they blazing
they music
Dm
Didn't like, they didn't like feeling
Bb
Dm
My youngins they see that shit,
Em
can't see this shit
Them young niggas stealing
Verse 4
Em
Hurry it up, roll it up
Hurry it up, roll it up
B
Hurry it up, roll it up
Em
Fatter, fatter
Hurry it up, roll it up
Hurry it up, roll it up
B
Hurry it up, roll it up
Em
Lighter, lighter
Trap ye da god bitch think i'm Pablo
Trap ye da god bitch
B
Dm
I smoked Gelato
Em
Trap ye da god in my life I rock and roll
Trap ye da god bitch i'm fresh out
Dm
Em
up the stool (Hu)
Verse 5
I'm smoking I'm starting
to see shit
Dm
Bb
She want me to cut her a piece shit
Dm
Bb
She telling the chick you gonna eat bitch
Dm
Em
I roll it, I roll it, I roll it
You gotta make sure they smoking
Dm
Bb
This wcc be smoking
Dm
Em
This Metro Bloom is important
My young nigga shoot in the open
I fuck on your bitch while I'm smoking
Dm
Bb
They roll up an L on i'm joking
Em
That shit can not drive i broke it
Bb
Dm
Em
I roll up tryn' focus
I'm thinking of buying some more shit
Dm
Bb
I'm telling the morgue some more shit
Em
Don't come around me with
that broke shit
Black thirty- five its 3 pm
Dm
Bb
I'm so motherfucking high
D#
Bb
i'm weak at the limbs
Dm
Em
Man I'm moving last
night just look at the fifth
G
Dm
Bb
I roll it up on sight I smoked
Dm
Em
up the fifth
Verse 6
Em
Hurry it up, roll it up
Hurry it up, roll it up
B
Bm
Hurry it up, roll it up
Em
B
Em
Dm
Fatter, fatter
Em
Hurry it up, roll it up
B
Em
Hurry it up, roll it up
B
Hurry it up, roll it up
Em
B
Em
Lighter, lighter
Trap ye da god bitch think i'm Pablo
G
Em
Trap ye da god bitch
B
Dm
I smoked Gelato
Em
Trap ye da god in my life I rock and roll
Outro 1
Trap ye da god bitch i'm fresh out up the stool
Am
Em
Dm
D#
Bb
Dm
Em
Dm
C
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