Backyard chords by Travis Scott

Chords with lyrics

Intro:
(Sounds of chips being eaten)
'Aight play the shit
Yuh, yuh, yuh

Verse 1:

A minorAm
Gon' grab that fifth, grab that eighth


                         FF
Got what you need, blow that dope, don't get too high


                 DmDm
From the Third Coast to the West Coast, come take this ride

A minorAm              FF
Let me tell the tale of how Jacques turned Scott


DmDm
Over one lost trip to the sky


A minorAm                FF
Let me tell the tale cause you told the tale


DmDm
When you said I could make it this high


A minorAm
Who knew? God dammit who knew?


FF        A minorAm         FF         DmDm
The grass ain't greener on the other side, it's just blue


          A minorAm        FF
You can really identify when you lookin' in your eyes


       DmDm
You ready to ride, that's true

      A minorAm          FF
When they look in my eyes, they see that real


DmDm
How Scotty entired that juice


 A minorAm
Had my back against that wall


 FF          DmDm
Every summer felt so cold


        A minorAm
My daddy ain't comin' home 'til fall


        FF      DmDm
That's why my pimp game so moist


     A minorAm
Had that du-rag and all


    FF           DmDm
Had a 20 year old bitch in high school


       A minorAm
Wasn't no tellin' what Travy might do


     FF         DmDm
On the south side of that HOU


       A minorAm
Hollup, let's take it back to that room


  FF          DmDm
No car but still had drive


     A minorAm
Just a hundred niggas standin' outside


      FF        DmDm
Life's a beach with lot of sand on the lot


   A minorAm
I'ma ride for all of my niggas


     FF         DmDm
They forever here by my side


       A minorAm
It was just 8 niggas in a two bedroom


  FF            DmDm
No leg room, that was last June, yeah yeah


Refrain:

       A minorAm   FF
Yeah yeah forreal


       DmDm  A minorAm             FF
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga


DmDm                A minorAm  FF
Let it be known, yeah it's that real


DmDm     A minorAm   FF DmDm
Yeah yeah forreal


  A minorAm FF DmDm
Forreal


         A minorAm             FF      DmDm
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout


      A minorAm        FF           DmDm
We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real


     A minorAm  FF DmDm
Yeah, forreal


Hook:

  B minorBm     A minorAm
Backyard, we chillin'


  B minorBm          A minorAm
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'


   B minorBm        A minorAm
Homie brought out the liquor


   B minorBm        A minorAm
Backyard, we gettin' high


   B minorBm       A minorAm
Back-backyard, we chillin'


  B minorBm     A minorAm
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'


   B minorBm     A minorAm
Back-backyard, we gettin' high


 B minorBm      A minorAm
Backyard, we chillin'


  B minorBm          A minorAm
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'


     B minorBm       A minorAm
Homie brought out the liquor


  B minorBm         A minorAm
Backyard, we gettin' high


    B minorBm       A minorAm
Back-backyard, we chillin'


    B minorBm      A minorAm
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'


    B minorBm      A minorAm
Back-backyard, we gettin' high


Verse 2:

 A minorAm                 FF
Verses, one day you'll find your purpose


     DmDm            A minorAm
Now my show's packed out like churches


               FF      DmDm
Fans never missin' out a word on the verses


             A minorAm
Never sit around, just workin', it was worth it


       FF      DmDm
That's for certain, I deserve it


 A minorAm           FF     DmDm
Lord knows we don't get tired, did more dirt than a derby


 A minorAm
Momma worked for AT&T and we still ain't get that service


   A minorAm               FF          DmDm
She stayed in/out the hospital, you know that made me nervous


  A minorAm                 FF          DmDm
Still step out the house to smell so fresh, fresh like detergent


    A minorAm             FF            DmDm
If a bitch don't want me, don't need them still got my Jergens


               A minorAm  FF   DmDm
And bitch you can keep them herpes, go alert me


   Am,        FF          DmDm
No house light on, cop light on, fuck this journey


  A minorAm        FF   DmDm  A minorAm
You heard me, you heard me, now swervin', hittin' curbs


     FF          DmDm
And my nigga, my nigga came home so it just got real


Refrain:

       A minorAm   FF
Yeah yeah forreal


       DmDm  A minorAm             FF
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga


DmDm                A minorAm  FF
Let it be known, yeah it's that real


DmDm     A minorAm   FF DmDm
Yeah yeah forreal


  A minorAm FF DmDm
Forreal


         A minorAm             FF      DmDm
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout


      A minorAm        FF           DmDm
We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real


     A minorAm  FF DmDm
Yeah, forreal


Hook:

  B minorBm     A minorAm
Backyard, we chillin'


  B minorBm          A minorAm
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'


   B minorBm        A minorAm
Homie brought out the liquor


   B minorBm        A minorAm
Backyard, we gettin' high


   B minorBm       A minorAm
Back-backyard, we chillin'


  B minorBm     A minorAm
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'


   B minorBm     A minorAm
Back-backyard, we gettin' high


 B minorBm      A minorAm
Backyard, we chillin'


  B minorBm          A minorAm
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'


     B minorBm       A minorAm
Homie brought out the liquor


  B minorBm         A minorAm
Backyard, we gettin' high


    B minorBm       A minorAm
Back-backyard, we chillin'


    B minorBm      A minorAm
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'


    B minorBm      A minorAm
Back-backyard, we gettin' high