Watch chords by Travis Scott
Guitar chords with lyrics
Intro: O'Shaunesy Harley & Lil Uzi Vert: G ...because it's the last ride ever gonna, that I'm ever gonna take at Astroworld Woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert: G C Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh C That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
G She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway G Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert: Bm F#m Yeah, they thought we were soft, boy you learned the hard way Bm F#m Not with all the talkin', turned it to a closed case Bm F#m Look, bullets got duller, and it's vanilla, all white, that Plain Jane, yeah Bm The Rolls goin' better, hundred or better F#m I took the money and flooded my bezel G You diamond to rock, computed the setting VVS diamonds, they pop just like kettle G I popped a molly to get on my level Rockin' that Ricky and Raf, here my sweater G Yeah, Patek Philippe, it cloudy like Heaven Met her at 10, fucked that girl at 11 G Fake diamonds in your Rollie, how you reckon? Diamond tester, nigga, you better check it, yeah Chorus: Travis Scott: Bm F#m Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh Bm F#m That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh Bm F#m She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah) Bm F#m Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day Verse 2: Travis Scott: Bm F#m On the south side of town gettin' me a bald fade Bm F#m Pass her some stuff, we can down it all, take (it's lit) Bm F#m No can't trust her, she gon' leave us all laced (laced) Bm F#m Bust a bankroll in the club, where's Chase? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) A Like woah (yeah, yeah, alright) A Yeah they really want my soul (yeah) That can never go (straight up) Bm Angel in the snow (what?) F#m Always leave me cold (iced) Bm Leave it on the floor (what?) F#m N.C. She slidin' from the pole like woah (yeah, yeah, yeah) G Put it on speed You in ivory is all I need (skrrt) All agree, we gon' skip the tees, go bare like trees (trees) Bm It's stuck in heat, we go with the dawgs and then we flee Way this summer goin' I might start my summer leave F#m Every young nigga get a check and get a team Bm Yeah, man's on the front line 'cause man's on his deen F#m No small faces, it's just an AP beamin' Chorus: Travis Scott & Lil Uzi Vert: G Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh G That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh G She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah) G Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day Verse 3: Kanye West: G Look at my Rollie, look at your Rollie Your shit rockless, my shit hockey goalie G You should gon' hide it, man it's too bad Like a bald nigga still wearin' du-rags, ha Bm F#m Israeli guards, boy please be mindful Bm F#m Don't have words with me 'cause I got a mind full Bm F#m I could tell Larry David was the mind behind Seinfeld Bm F#m Wanna know how I feel? Step into my minefield G Wanna know how pain feels? I got off my main pills Bet my wifey stay close, she know I'm on my Bezos G Opioid addiction, pharmacy's the real trap Sometimes I feel trapped, Jordan with no Phil Jack Bm N.C. One year it's Illuminati, next year it's the Sunken Place F#m They don't want me to change, nah, nigga run in place G I need someone else to make this drink, because You don't understand the juice to vodka ratio Bm That could satisfy a real drunk, guess what? F#m Never trust a bartender that don't drink, bitch Outro: Kylie Jenner: G Bust down Rollies, bust down Rollies G And I told him I wanted to have a bust down baby
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