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