Chords for ChillinIt - One Breath. One Take. (4201)

You ready?
_ Nah, I bet fuckers will be everywhere [Ab] now
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[Abm] Oh, fuck man
You know what's up, [B] we're gonna go in _
[Abm] Alright, _ _ [Ab] I'm gonna go in _
[Eb] Don't judge, fuck it Peace, [B] man
_ [Abm] Hey, uh, [Bb] raindrop, [E] drop top
[Bb] I got Migos, they pass the weed
I'm not offset, but [Abm] I set off with the takeoff
Polly by the hottie, got a body like Cardi B
[Eb] Bob Marley, I pass the weed, [Ab] pass the tree
Cause my lyrics are a masterpiece
[Eb] You can find me in the house like I'm [E] Marley G
And [F] I got a motherfuckin' ass like I'm [Eb] Charlie Sheen
[Bb] Fuck my ex, I can't stand her
Fuck my friends, I ain't Chandler
First name's Blake, not Adamson, we travel in the longest yards
I'm A.
Sandler
I was in a hotel lounger, me and Baggy were smokin' cones
And now I'm [Db] tryna get a bag off my broken [B] bone
I'm livin' like a [Abm] rockstar, like I'm toast alone
[Bb] Slow down one [Abm] time, baby, let's go
Heck nah, I'm [F] tryna put a house up in escrow
I just wanna get a ying yang twin and show my lil' John
Till the girls wanna get low
I'm the one that put a [Ab] bar in the underground
You motherfuckers better make your [Bb] thanks
When it comes to the dollar dollar [B] bills
You're chillin', get all the [F] money, I'm a Saint George bag
_ Find me at a rave, get em' blazed with the [Dbm] cushion
I'm lookin' for a [Eb] pill hit
Got the clubs at the [Em] back with the [F] ball, my brother
I ain't [Eb] never had him kill Chris, only my Don Bradman would [F] get that
That bender, it [Dbm] goes five days, [Eb] test match
This ain't the basement [E] jacks, but [Fm] where's your head at?
[Eb] Stay in the cut with the [E] sesh, lad
Call up my crew, where the [F] sesh at?
If it's your wife, we don't [B] text back
I need you as [F] nigga, I flex rap
Hit the 40, [E] rinkin' Morty
Fly through space, lay high with a [B] jetpack
I swear that your bitch is boring, switch the story
You might end in [Bb] the place where my ex sat
I'm a man, bruv, I do what [Ab] a man does
So I do it for my man, damn, I man up
I grew up not fuckin' with the mainstream
Cause I had Big L rockin' on [F] my Samsung
[Bb] You can't be damn [E] stupid, but [Bb] I'm chill
Don't ask your [Fm] man who's this, I'm jump on [Bb] the gram
I pass the [B] damn doobie, I smoke me a spliff like [Bb] Armin van Buuren
No money, so I skip my [G] rent
See Jacksons, high all the time [Eb] like 50 cent
I ain't never done [Em] Muay Thai
But I still get high with [Eb] my homies and hit the legs
All of you faggots [Ab] are sounding American
Bruv, I'm the Jim Picchio [Abm] party
Check out this Aussie that's swaggin' with Nordica jackets
Troops on [Fm] the Barbie, [Bb] these days I'm sippin' a [B] cheap whiskey
To [Ab] the day that I die, I'll [F] be high
And the surprise I ain't givin' a fuck
It [B] seems risky, your overdose annuals for [F] fucks like 360
I was on the state, [E] this spell, but Blake rebelled
The drugs that would take [Bb] his world, I blazed the elders
Then I put the face in hell, then make a motherfucker laugh
Like I'm Dave Chappelle
Look back [Ab] at it, oh my god
Wu-Tang fans playin' on my [Abm] iPod
Got a white girl and some [B] lingerie, she passed J's with her ass
[F] In my face and the lights on
[Bbm] Ah, I [Ab] can't even breathe man, fuck it
[Bb] One tag, 420 fam
Body [B] bag, maybe a dead [Ab] thread _
I'm a smoker, baby G
[B] Ah, pack me up
Told me [Ebm] to strip out, shit
Oh [B] fuck, _ that was [Bb] harder than I thought
_ _ Oh _ _
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