Jello chords by BROCKHAMPTON

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Difficulty: Novice

Chorus:
Gm                    Eb              D
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do I trust 'em? Probably not
Gm                               Eb              D
I think that y'all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried
Gm                    Eb              D
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do not turn my volume down
Gm                               Eb              D
Do not bring your friends around, only few I'm holding down
Gm                    Eb              D
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do I trust 'em? Probably not
Gm                               Eb              D
I think that y'all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried
Gm                    Eb              D
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do not turn my volume down
Gm                                Eb              D
Do not bring your friends around, only few I'm holding down

Verse 1:
Gm
Hi, I live a wonderful life
Eb                           D
Should've died twice, wonder who on my side
Gm
Life always better keepin' two on the side
Eb                    D
Need no music when my niggas arrive
       Gm
We in Van Nuys, black van with some white guys
          Eb                              D
Keep your hand out, waiting for the appropriate time
             Gm
They ask a question like
                                        Eb
"Could you perform at my best friend's birthday party?
          D                                    Gm
With your friends and go crazy, just bring the shotty
                              Eb
Bring the loud one with the blonde hair."
D                          Gm
Making out with Zayn in a lawn chair
                          Eb
They kicked me out but I belong here
D                                Gm
Hear these songs nigga, see this long hair, see these videos
Eb                        D
Direct these hoes with no budgets though
        Gm
How the fuck did I land a fucking TV show?
    Eb                     D
Met all my friends through Kanye West and I ain't met him yet


Chorus:
Gm                    Eb              D
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do I trust 'em? Probably not
Gm                               Eb              D
I think that y'all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried
Gm                    Eb              D
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do not turn my volume down
Gm                               Eb              D
Do not bring your friends around, only few I'm holding down


Verse 2:
Gm
Just shaved down to the baby face
Eb                        D
Clothes on me, guess it's Holiday
Gm
Fried, no sides at the restaurant
         Eb                                 D
My sleep schedule like the power here, it's never on
        Gm
Feeling like the past year a whole escapade (uh-oh)
Eb                               D
Four cars, need a motherfucking Escalade
        Gm
Pack it up like a clown car (honk, honk)
         Eb                            D
Bet you know my name from here to Hong Kong, bet I get along
Gm
Make some commas, karma, come on, watch 'em sing along
          Eb                      D
Ayy, err, err, butter knife like dancing on a knuckle
Gm
In the thunder car, rocked up in the Lumma
Eb               D
Incidental, I be better by the summer
     Gm
I be better by the winter, I be hoppin' in the rental
      Eb                      D
Maybe Tesla for all my missus sitting in the Volvo
Gm                               Eb          D
Damn, shoot 'em down like, hmmm, sorry, do it all here


Chorus:
Gm
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do I trust 'em? Probably not
D  D          Eb    Eb    D                      Gm
I think that y'all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried
D  D     Eb Eb    D                   Gm
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do not turn my volume down
D  D          Eb    Eb    D                      Gm
Do not bring your friends around, only few I'm holding down
D  D     Eb Eb    D                   Gm
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do not turn my volume down
D  D          Eb    Eb    D                      Gm
I think that y'all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried
D  D     Eb Eb    D                   Gm
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do not turn my volume down
D  D          Eb    Eb    D                      Gm
Do not bring your friends around, only few I'm holding down


Verse 3:
Gm      Eb                    D
I'm moonwalking on the sun hot
         Bb               Am
I used to live where the guns popped
Gm         Eb                     D
Made some records then we moved out
       Bb             Am
Turned rap into the new pop
Gm      Eb
Bandana, I'm the new Pac
D                Bb   Am
I been blowing up, I can't stop
Gm           Eb                        D
They need my niggas in the White House
     Bb                Am
I do business with the white folks
Gm          Eb                      D
Bring that money back to black folks
           Bb           Am
Flip it, stimulate the cash flow
Gm      Eb                   D
Economic, but I speak ebonics
     Bb              Am
L.A. turned me to an asshole
Gm       Eb                    D
I been shopping down on Melrose
         Bb            Am
Still a nigga but I'm livin' different
Gm       Eb                         D
I been looking at the bigger picture
                Bb             Am
So I don't hear 'em when they talking to me


Verse 4:
Gm            Eb                         D
I just want a friend to fall in love with
       Bb         Am
Maybe someone I can binge drugs with
Gm            Eb                     D
Living like a prince but I'm dove-less
              Bb            Am
Playin' my emotions, you a dumb bitch
Gm          Eb                    D
Everybody talking on some gun shit
                Bb            Am
They don't even know where to bust it
Gm          Eb                    D
Cry nigga, gotta fuckin' kick back
N.C
Gotta leave those soft niggas at the kickback
Gm                Eb                    D
Splittin' all my problems like a Kit-Kat
               Bb            Am
I finessed the night that we slipped up
Gm              Eb                    D
I could let you know where I'm next at
             Bb             Am
Tell my baby girl where the brakes at
Gm             Eb                   D
You know I got number one pick stats
                Bb            Am
Catch me on the field, it's a mismatch
Gm             Eb                           D
More like an eclipse, she couldn't miss that
             Bb                Am
Putting my appearance where my chips at


Chorus:
Gm          Eb        D               Bb       Am
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do I trust 'em? Probably not
Gm                 Eb            D               Bb       Am
I think that y'all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried
Gm          Eb        D              Bb     Am
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do not turn my volume down
Gm                Eb             D             Bb      Am
Do not bring your friends around, only few I'm holding down
Gm          Eb        D               Bb       Am
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do I trust 'em? Probably not
Gm                 Eb            D               Bb       Am
I think that y'all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried
Gm          Eb        D              Bb     Am
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do not turn my volume down
Gm                Eb             D             Bb      Am
Do not bring your friends around, only few I'm holding down