Em       G
Yeah, I'm on marijuana (Marijuana)
 A
  My lean plug say he'll be here in a second (Pull up)
Em           G
  I'm getting high, I'm feelin' restless (I'm sad)
A
  Feel like I'm finna die (R I P )


Em                      G
Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)
A
My VVS cold, like a arctic tundra
Em                        G
That  40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems
A
And you best proceed with some caution,
Em
yeah,
           G                           A
This song for the girl with the blonde hair


Suck me up good, give me Becky, like,


Em
yeah

                    G                 A
She ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair

Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi,

Em
yeah
             G               A
I'm high as hell, mind everywhere

Still mind over matter

Pockets getting fatter, elevate like a ladder

Em                        G
 30 and that  40 make you percolate like a dancer
     A
I'm colder than the North Pole, Blitzen and Prancer 
     Em                           G
She say she from the strip pole, she a dirty dancer
     A
Her ex-nigga too low, she don't got no standards
Em                           G
He ain't right, me? I live a better life
                A 
Ran it up like Jerry Rice, I don't gotta say it twice
              Em                 G
This is real life, your nigga is Fisher-Price
           A
I can read minds, you was thinkin' 'bout how I'm that nigga, right?


Em                       G 
Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)
    A
My VVS cold, like a arctic tundra
      Em                         G
That  40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems
     A
And you best proceed with some caution,
Em
yeah
           G                           A
This song for the girl with the blonde hair

Suck me up good, give me Becky, like,

Em
yeah

                     G                    A
She ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair

Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi,

Em
yeah

                G                 A
Time, time will tell, I'm sad as hell

Being broke make me sadder
                     N c
Ran all them bands up, uh, still frownin'

Em                     G
When my world upside down, I'm smilin'
A
Turn my frown upside down? I doubt it
Like,
Em
yeah,
G            A
these are my tears, sing away my fears
Em          G                Am
Buzz Lightyears away from here,ayy

Catch me somewhere fuckin' a blunt up and fuckin' on your momma


Em                       G 
Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)
    A
My VVS cold, like a arctic tundra
      Em                         G
That  40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems
     A
And you best proceed with some caution,
Em
yeah
           G                           A
This song for the girl with the blonde hair

Suck me up good, give me Becky, like,

Em
yeah

                     G                    A
She ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair

Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi,

Em
yeah