Chords for BabyTron - King Of The Galaxy (Official Video)

_ [B] _ _ [C] _ _ _ [A] _
High as hell, [B] fuck.
[C] _ _ _ [A] _
High as [B] hell.
_ [C] It's Lando, yo [A] bitch, now don't let your bitch go, [B] nigga.
_ [C] _ _ _ [A] High as hell, [B] moonwalking, smooth [C] criminal.
No, for real, [A] I feel like Mike Jackson.
So much money in [B] my jeans, bitch, [C] the blue's visible.
Bitch, we call [A] that shit a thigh pad.
Rap star, [B] shit, I'm feeling like Apollo [C] G.
Got Apollo on me in a thousand [A] dollar polo tee.
Bro, score it, [B] thank God wasn't no [C] Moline.
Drop it red in my pop, I don't pull no green.
_ _ _ What the fuck?
[F] _ Unkey in the trap with oranges like a pumpkin patch.
Up the strap and double back, I'm laying something flat.
Getting work out like a gym teacher, it's like [Em] jumping jacks.
I got two sticks, all right. _ _
Two sticks, 21, we'll blow them out.
Moose knuckle goose to the player when it's snowing out.
That's some tricks, better pull it out.
20 hail cats when we rolling out.
Big dog shit, blues on me, I'm just showing [B] off.
Had to blow a dog down, heard that he [Ab] stole an ounce. _ _ _
Trap caught, too [Bbm] fast, scamming off the [Dbm] tool jack.
Caught him out of traffic, left [A] his little whip with two [Db] flats.
Caught Habibi, he said he [Ab] gonna do it with his new [Dbm] strap.
Talk about he fucking [Em] with me, that's some true cap.
[Db] Bola quaggin finna quench my thirst.
[Em] Chopped too turistic, he a knock him out the metaverse.
Unkey finna make the [Gbm] dog fight, he gotta pet it first.
Call him Mordecai, cause everything he doing regular.
Off a [Bm] 35, a SpaceX, I [G] done left the earth.
Caught him at the rear light, like show me how that pedal work.
[Em] Mr.
Goat 200, I done fucked around the [Eb] wreck of the vert.
100 ball on me, this ain't [Bb] nothing major.
You ain't gotta chop it [Cm] on the gram, you a fucking hater.
[Eb] 20-something coats, I got Montclair bubble flavor.
[Cm] Bubble gum gelato got me flying, bitch, I'm high as hell.
[Eb] I think I just landed up on Neptune.
[Cm] Pretty bitch with me, she a dime, boy, she fine as hell.
[Gm] She won't talk to you unless your check [Ebm] blue.
Riding around in Hellcats and scat packs.
Had to take my hat off in the booth, cause I don't rap.
Quarter ticket in my backpack, [Abm] I might flash [Ebm] rap.
Send them robbers [Abm] up in T.O. crib like, where that [E] stash at?
Skrn, yeah, [C] okay.
Skrn in the guinea, [G] it's yours for the swerving.
[Em] Brody got the soda in [C] the Ola for the stirring.
[D] In the booth locked in, I gotta get it [Em] perfect.
Game winner, I hit it, you [C] be feeling nervous.
Tried to stop the shine, [G] had to go and fix the [Em] curtains.
I can't slow it down, [C] finna go and hit his turd.
All that [G] lying in the sewing, shit, I'm finna turn it.
[D] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] He's Mike Amiri, code of goose, I think the sneak from Europe.
Painter Quaggan, ain't no Aunt Jemima when we drink and serve.
I don't need a P to turn up, slide on sober mug.
Whoever [G] thought that they was king of rap, you [Eb] getting [Cm] overthrown.
2 Glock 23s on me, that's a pair of Mike.
He a hothead, finna go and check his [Eb] Fahrenheit.
Jackman, finna get 10 through the air tonight.
If it's [D] subbed, then it's stuck, I hope you ain't scared of [F] heights.
Riding around with 2 Glocks, they both the newest gen.
Fuckin' [Bb] demons, finna be full of shit, I got some blues to spend.
Heard he wanted head on head, then [Fm] why he out here jukin' then?
Doggy [G] rockin', barry actin' tough, he finna loot some [C] friends.
[D] It ain't a L, you learned a lesson [Am] from it.
You saying free [D] omens, but you ain't even send him [Am] none.
Space shipping, turn into [D] a Martian if I press this [Am] button.
Somerset, [C] Keeney, if I'm in Troy, bitch, I'm spending [Bb] something.
Sipping off the baby bottle, totin' Baby [Gb] Drake.
Hustle around the clock, 365, ain't [Db] no lazy day.
Need the golden glove, I'm around this bitch, catching crazy [Ab] play.
On Kala's app, I'm MIA like I'm Babyface.
Bitch, I feel like Ace Hood, I woke up in the Goddy.
Had to backhand [G] my lil' cousin, he done [Ab] spilled some Wocky.
5-star attempt, he's acting Cody, trippin' in the lobby.
Hunnid overall, [Bb] you can't really do shit [E] to stop me.
If I ever see the Jakes, gon' have to do the [A] race.
In here racing to the paint, my footwork human race.
[A] Woke up shit, I'm finna [E] face, I damn near blew a ace.
Woke up finna blow some paint, what you [Gm] gon' do today?
Babe, put it on, pay the stack for it.
Real source, I ain't never had shortage.
Believe Nash, I had my man [Db] scored.
Steak fiend, [Em] finna go and grab Morton's.
Talking about the plug, you ain't gotta play.
Red bottoms on, I'm like Anderlecht.
Already got two, finna drop a chain.
If it ain't about blues, I don't wanna [Bm] hang.
Shooter caught an opp on [G] some loose shit.
Bitch, I feel like Young Soxa in the true fit.
[Bm] Unc at the farm, walking out with a new script.
Counting blue strips, the roof prints on some [A] real shit.
[Ab] Where [B] the fuck I'm at?
I think [Dbm] I'm in the club.
[Eb] I might make it thunderstorm, I'm playing with the dubs.
[Db] Y'all, you wear that hoodie for a month, throw him [E] in the tub.
[Ab] 2016, Tron was active, probably [Cm] getting plugged.
It's only one [Fm] baby Tron and I'm [Eb] stanching, man.
Finally made the [D] ten ball, all you actors, [Cm] huh?
Let me take this 201, I'm finna jam this punt.
Rip [Eb] Kobe, I'ma take the shot, I [D] can't pass [Cm] it up.
Back in high [Fm] school, I wouldn't have had to scare the pack a lot.
[Eb] Flash in the beat, the [G] chop call it, who the pack?
Skinny [Fm] motherfucker, but I swear that the glass is [Eb] buck.
King of the whole galaxy, might blow a [G] planet up. _ _ _ _
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