Travis Scott – Backyard chords

[Intro]
(Sounds of chips being eaten)
'Aight play the shit
Yuh, yuh, yuh

[Verse 1]
AmGon' grab that fifth, grab that eighth
                                                 FGot what you need, blow that dope, don't get too high
                                  DmFrom the Third Coast to the West Coast, come take this ride
Am                            FLet me tell the tale of how Jacques turned Scott
DmOver one lost trip to the sky
Am                               FLet me tell the tale cause you told the tale
DmWhen you said I could make it this high
AmWho knew? God dammit who knew?
F               Am                 F                  DmThe grass ain't greener on the other side, it's just blue
                   Am                FYou can really identify when you lookin' in your eyes
              DmYou ready to ride, that's true
           Am                   FWhen they look in my eyes, they see that real
DmHow Scotty entired that juice
  AmHad my back against that wall
  F                   DmEvery summer felt so cold
                AmMy daddy ain't comin' home 'til fall
               F           DmThat's why my pimp game so moist
          AmHad that du-rag and all
       F                     DmHad a 20 year old bitch in high school
             AmWasn't no tellin' what Travy might do
         F                  DmOn the south side of that HOU
              AmHollup, let's take it back to that room
   F                   DmNo car but still had drive
          AmJust a hundred niggas standin' outside
            F               DmLife's a beach with lot of sand on the lot
     AmI'ma ride for all of my niggas
         F                 DmThey forever here by my side
             AmIt was just 8 niggas in a two bedroom
    F                        DmNo leg room, that was last June, yeah yeah


[Refrain]
             Am      FYeah yeah forreal         
             Dm   Am                         FFuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga
Dm                               Am    FLet it be known, yeah it's that real
Dm         Am      F DmYeah yeah forreal
   Am F DmForreal
                  Am                         F            DmFuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout
           Am                F                      DmWe them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real
         Am   F DmYeah, forreal


[Hook]
   Bm          AmBackyard, we chillin'
    Bm                   AmBackyard, we drinkin', smokin'
      Bm                AmHomie brought out the liquor
     Bm                AmBackyard, we gettin' high
     Bm              AmBack-backyard, we chillin'
    Bm          AmBack-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
     Bm          AmBack-backyard, we gettin' high
  Bm            AmBackyard, we chillin'
    Bm                    AmBackyard, we drinkin', smokin'
          Bm             AmHomie brought out the liquor
    Bm                 AmBackyard, we gettin' high
       Bm              AmBack-backyard, we chillin'
       Bm           AmBack-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
        Bm           AmBack-backyard, we gettin' high

[Verse 2]
  Am                                  FVerses, one day you'll find your purpose
          Dm                        AmNow my show's packed out like churches
                             F            DmFans never missin' out a word on the verses
                         AmNever sit around, just workin', it was worth it
              F           DmThat's for certain, I deserve it
  Am                      F          DmLord knows we don't get tired, did more dirt than a derby
  AmMomma worked for AT&T and we still ain't get that service
     Am                             F                   DmShe stayed in/out the hospital, you know that made me nervous
   Am                                 F                   DmStill step out the house to smell so fresh, fresh like detergent
       Am                         F                        DmIf a bitch don't want me, don't need them still got my Jergens
                             Am   F     DmAnd bitch you can keep them herpes, go alert me
      Am,                F                   DmNo house light on, cop light on, fuck this journey
    Am               F     Dm    AmYou heard me, you heard me, now swervin', hittin' curbs
          F                   DmAnd my nigga, my nigga came home so it just got real

[Refrain]
             Am      FYeah yeah forreal         
             Dm   Am                         FFuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga
Dm                               Am    FLet it be known, yeah it's that real
Dm         Am      F DmYeah yeah forreal
   Am F DmForreal
                  Am                         F            DmFuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout
           Am                F                      DmWe them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real
         Am   F DmYeah, forreal

[Hook]
   Bm          AmBackyard, we chillin'
    Bm                   AmBackyard, we drinkin', smokin'
      Bm                AmHomie brought out the liquor
     Bm                AmBackyard, we gettin' high
     Bm              AmBack-backyard, we chillin'
    Bm          AmBack-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
     Bm          AmBack-backyard, we gettin' high
  Bm            AmBackyard, we chillin'
    Bm                    AmBackyard, we drinkin', smokin'
          Bm             AmHomie brought out the liquor
    Bm                 AmBackyard, we gettin' high
       Bm              AmBack-backyard, we chillin'
       Bm           AmBack-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
        Bm           AmBack-backyard, we gettin' high