Chords with lyrics
I fuck the blunt up, haha
Em G
Yeah
I'm on marijuana (Marijuana)
A
My lean plug say he'll be here in a second (Pull up)
Em G
I'm getting high
I'm feelin' restless (I'm sad)
A
Feel like I'm finna die (R I P)
Em G
Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)
A
My VVS cold, like a arctic tundra
Em G
That 40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems
A
And you best proceed with some caution
Em
yeah
G A
This song for the girl with the blonde hair
Suck me up good, give me Becky, like
Em
yeah
G A
She ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair
Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi
Em
yeah
G A
I'm high as hell, mind everywhere
Still mind over matter
Pockets getting fatter, elevate like a ladder
Em G
30 and that 40 make you percolate like a dancer
A
I'm colder than the North Pole
Blitzen and Prancer
Em G
She say she from the strip pole, she a dirty dancer
A
Her ex-nigga too low, she don't got no standards
Em G
He ain't right, me? I live a better life
A
Ran it up like Jerry Rice
I don't gotta say it twice
Em G
This is real life, your nigga is Fisher-Price
A
I can read minds, you was thinkin' 'bout how I'm that nigga, right?
Em G
Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)
A
My VVS cold, like a arctic tundra
Em G
That 40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems
A
And you best proceed with some caution
Em
yeah
G A
This song for the girl with the blonde hair
Suck me up good, give me Becky, like
Em
yeah
G A
She ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair
Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi
Em
yeah
G A
Time, time will tell
I'm sad as hell
Being broke make me sadder
N c
Ran all them bands up, uh, still frownin'
Em G
When my world upside down
I'm smilin'
A
Turn my frown upside down? I doubt it
Like
Em
yeah
G A
these are my tears, sing away my fears
Em G Am
Buzz Lightyears away from here,ayy
Catch me somewhere fuckin' a blunt up and fuckin' on your momma
Em G
Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)
A
My VVS cold, like a arctic tundra
Em G
That 40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems
A
And you best proceed with some caution
Em
yeah
G A
This song for the girl with the blonde hair
Suck me up good, give me Becky, like
Em
yeah
G A
She ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair
Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi
Em
yeah
