Backyard chords by Travis Scott

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

Verse 1:

Am
Gon' grab that fifth, grab that eighth


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


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

Am                            F
Let me tell the tale of how Jacques turned Scott


Dm
Over one lost trip to the sky


Am                               F
Let me tell the tale cause you told the tale


Dm
When you said I could make it this high


Am
Who knew? God dammit who knew?


F               Am                 F                  Dm
The grass ain't greener on the other side, it's just blue


                   Am                F
You can really identify when you lookin' in your eyes


              Dm
You ready to ride, that's true


           Am                   F
When they look in my eyes, they see that real


Dm
How Scotty entired that juice


  Am
Had my back against that wall


  F                   Dm
Every summer felt so cold


                Am
My daddy ain't comin' home 'til fall


               F           Dm
That's why my pimp game so moist


          Am
Had that du-rag and all


       F                     Dm
Had a 20 year old bitch in high school


             Am
Wasn't no tellin' what Travy might do


         F                  Dm
On the south side of that HOU


              Am
Hollup, let's take it back to that room


   F                   Dm
No car but still had drive


          Am
Just a hundred niggas standin' outside


            F               Dm
Life's a beach with lot of sand on the lot


     Am
I'ma ride for all of my niggas


         F                 Dm
They forever here by my side


             Am
It was just 8 niggas in a two bedroom


    F                        Dm
No leg room, that was last June, yeah yeah



Refrain:

             Am      F
Yeah yeah forreal


             Dm   Am                         F
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga


Dm                               Am    F
Let it be known, yeah it's that real


Dm         Am      F Dm
Yeah yeah forreal


   Am F Dm
Forreal


                  Am                         F            Dm
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout


           Am                F                      Dm
We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real


         Am   F Dm
Yeah, forreal



Hook:

   Bm          Am
Backyard, we chillin'


    Bm                   Am
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'


      Bm                Am
Homie brought out the liquor


     Bm                Am
Backyard, we gettin' high


     Bm              Am
Back-backyard, we chillin'


    Bm          Am
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'


     Bm          Am
Back-backyard, we gettin' high


  Bm            Am
Backyard, we chillin'


    Bm                    Am
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'


          Bm             Am
Homie brought out the liquor


    Bm                 Am
Backyard, we gettin' high


       Bm              Am
Back-backyard, we chillin'


       Bm           Am
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'


        Bm           Am
Back-backyard, we gettin' high


Verse 2:

  Am                                  F
Verses, one day you'll find your purpose


          Dm                        Am
Now my show's packed out like churches


                             F            Dm
Fans never missin' out a word on the verses


                         Am
Never sit around, just workin', it was worth it


              F           Dm
That's for certain, I deserve it


  Am                      F          Dm
Lord knows we don't get tired, did more dirt than a derby


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


     Am                             F                   Dm
She stayed in/out the hospital, you know that made me nervous


   Am                                 F                   Dm
Still step out the house to smell so fresh, fresh like detergent


       Am                         F                        Dm
If a bitch don't want me, don't need them still got my Jergens


                             Am   F     Dm
And bitch you can keep them herpes, go alert me


      Am,                F                   Dm
No house light on, cop light on, fuck this journey


    Am               F     Dm    Am
You heard me, you heard me, now swervin', hittin' curbs


          F                   Dm
And my nigga, my nigga came home so it just got real


Refrain:

             Am      F
Yeah yeah forreal


             Dm   Am                         F
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga


Dm                               Am    F
Let it be known, yeah it's that real


Dm         Am      F Dm
Yeah yeah forreal


   Am F Dm
Forreal


                  Am                         F            Dm
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout


           Am                F                      Dm
We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real


         Am   F Dm
Yeah, forreal


Hook:

   Bm          Am
Backyard, we chillin'


    Bm                   Am
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'


      Bm                Am
Homie brought out the liquor


     Bm                Am
Backyard, we gettin' high


     Bm              Am
Back-backyard, we chillin'


    Bm          Am
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'


     Bm          Am
Back-backyard, we gettin' high


  Bm            Am
Backyard, we chillin'


    Bm                    Am
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'


          Bm             Am
Homie brought out the liquor


    Bm                 Am
Backyard, we gettin' high


       Bm              Am
Back-backyard, we chillin'


       Bm           Am
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'


        Bm           Am
Back-backyard, we gettin' high