Chords for Hitman Feat YaBoi Dirty - Hide the Weed
Tempo:
69.85 bpm
Chords used:
B
F#m
E
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Man, fuck, I hit something on myself.
What's good?
bro.
Shit, as long as we stay on the dirt roads.
man, we'll stay on the dirt roads, bro.
All right, I'm on the way.
[B] [F#m] [F#]
[B] [F#m] Doing 83 [E] in a 55, [B] Vaughn County Road 112.
What's good?
bro.
Shit, as long as we stay on the dirt roads.
man, we'll stay on the dirt roads, bro.
All right, I'm on the way.
[B] [F#m] [F#]
[B] [F#m] Doing 83 [E] in a 55, [B] Vaughn County Road 112.
100% ➙ 70BPM
B
F#m
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F#
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F#m
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_ _ _ _ _ Man, fuck, I hit something on myself.
What the fuck hit man's ass doing in that car? _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ What's good?
Man, what the fuck you [N] doing?
Not a damn thing, bro.
Not a damn thing.
Hell yeah.
Hey man, you wanna hit some dirt roads and smoke while I got some gas, bro?
Shit, as long as we stay on the dirt roads.
You boy ain't in the farm like this shit.
Never had the last time.
Bro, I swear, man, we'll stay on the dirt roads, bro.
We'll stay on the dirt roads the whole time.
It won't be like last time, bro.
Hey.
All right, I'm on the way.
Yeah.
_ [F#m] _ _ [F#] _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [F#] _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [F#m] Doing 83 [E] in a 55, [B] Vaughn County Road 112.
[F#m] Roll the windows [E] down, let the smoke roll [B] out, light a cigarette to hide the smell.
[F#m] He was waiting [E] past the wood line when [B] I came by, not giving a damn.
[B] When I seen his [E] lies, he was on my [B] ass, but I can't stop right now.
[F#m] I still gotta hide [E] the weed, I'll be [B] damned if I go to jail for 3.5.
[F#m] No, sir, you ain't [E] searching me, this ain't my [B] first rodeo, son, I know my rights.
[F#m] You can call whoever, [E] you can tell them what you [B] want, but that still won't change a thing.
[F#m] Cause you ain't got a [E] want, you ain't got a reason, [B] and I'm a smoke when you pull away.
So roll [F#m] on, son.
1 a.m.,. [E] we hit a roadblock, [B] Vaughn County Road 32. [F#m] I said, hide my [E] weed in your titties, girl, [B] or I hope you brought your running shoes. [F#m] He said, pull to the [E] side while you're out so [B] late, and son, you better have a good excuse. [F#m] Because you smell like smoke, [E] but I'll let you go. [B] I said, sir, I'm just passing through. I [F#m] still gotta hide [E] the weed, I'll be [B] damned if I go to jail for 3.5. [F#m] No, sir, you ain't [E] searching me, this ain't my [B] first rodeo, son, I know my rights. [F#m] You can call whoever, [E] you can tell them what you [B] want, but that still won't change a thing. [F#m] Cause you ain't got a want, [E] you ain't got a reason, [B] and I'm a smoke when you pull away. So roll [F#m] on, son. [F#] We've been riding the [B] roads getting stoned. _ [F#m] We ain't [E] seen the police all [B] night long. _ _ [F#m] So I [E] got brave and thought I'd [B] hit the store. _ _ [F#m] I see a smokey on my [E] left, so my gas pedal [B] hit the floor. _ I [F#m] told my buddy, hide the [E] weed, just eat as much as you [B] can. He busted open up, banged and put a couple buds in my hand. [F#m] By the time he seen my [E] eyes, I swear I was so high. [B] He said, what the hell was y'all doing? I said, officer, I can't even lie, we [F#m] had the eyes. [E] No weed, I'll be [B] damned if I go to jail for 3.5. [F#m] No, sir, you ain't searching [E] me, this ain't my first [B] rodeo, son, I know my rights. [F#m] You can call whoever, [E] you can tell them what you want, [B] but that still won't change a thing. Cause [F#m] you ain't got a want, [E] you ain't got a reason, and [B] I'm a smoke when you pull away. So roll on, [F#m] son. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
What the fuck hit man's ass doing in that car? _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ What's good?
Man, what the fuck you [N] doing?
Not a damn thing, bro.
Not a damn thing.
Hell yeah.
Hey man, you wanna hit some dirt roads and smoke while I got some gas, bro?
Shit, as long as we stay on the dirt roads.
You boy ain't in the farm like this shit.
Never had the last time.
Bro, I swear, man, we'll stay on the dirt roads, bro.
We'll stay on the dirt roads the whole time.
It won't be like last time, bro.
Hey.
All right, I'm on the way.
Yeah.
_ [F#m] _ _ [F#] _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [F#] _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [F#m] Doing 83 [E] in a 55, [B] Vaughn County Road 112.
[F#m] Roll the windows [E] down, let the smoke roll [B] out, light a cigarette to hide the smell.
[F#m] He was waiting [E] past the wood line when [B] I came by, not giving a damn.
[B] When I seen his [E] lies, he was on my [B] ass, but I can't stop right now.
[F#m] I still gotta hide [E] the weed, I'll be [B] damned if I go to jail for 3.5.
[F#m] No, sir, you ain't [E] searching me, this ain't my [B] first rodeo, son, I know my rights.
[F#m] You can call whoever, [E] you can tell them what you [B] want, but that still won't change a thing.
[F#m] Cause you ain't got a [E] want, you ain't got a reason, [B] and I'm a smoke when you pull away.
So roll [F#m] on, son.
1 a.m.,. [E] we hit a roadblock, [B] Vaughn County Road 32. [F#m] I said, hide my [E] weed in your titties, girl, [B] or I hope you brought your running shoes. [F#m] He said, pull to the [E] side while you're out so [B] late, and son, you better have a good excuse. [F#m] Because you smell like smoke, [E] but I'll let you go. [B] I said, sir, I'm just passing through. I [F#m] still gotta hide [E] the weed, I'll be [B] damned if I go to jail for 3.5. [F#m] No, sir, you ain't [E] searching me, this ain't my [B] first rodeo, son, I know my rights. [F#m] You can call whoever, [E] you can tell them what you [B] want, but that still won't change a thing. [F#m] Cause you ain't got a want, [E] you ain't got a reason, [B] and I'm a smoke when you pull away. So roll [F#m] on, son. [F#] We've been riding the [B] roads getting stoned. _ [F#m] We ain't [E] seen the police all [B] night long. _ _ [F#m] So I [E] got brave and thought I'd [B] hit the store. _ _ [F#m] I see a smokey on my [E] left, so my gas pedal [B] hit the floor. _ I [F#m] told my buddy, hide the [E] weed, just eat as much as you [B] can. He busted open up, banged and put a couple buds in my hand. [F#m] By the time he seen my [E] eyes, I swear I was so high. [B] He said, what the hell was y'all doing? I said, officer, I can't even lie, we [F#m] had the eyes. [E] No weed, I'll be [B] damned if I go to jail for 3.5. [F#m] No, sir, you ain't searching [E] me, this ain't my first [B] rodeo, son, I know my rights. [F#m] You can call whoever, [E] you can tell them what you want, [B] but that still won't change a thing. Cause [F#m] you ain't got a want, [E] you ain't got a reason, and [B] I'm a smoke when you pull away. So roll on, [F#m] son. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
