Chords for Hitman Feat YaBoi Dirty - Hide the Weed

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E

F#

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Hitman Feat YaBoi Dirty - Hide the Weed chords
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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]
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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] _

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