Chord Blastoff by Internet Money feat Juice WRLD

Intro Am F C G Internet Money, bitch Am F C G Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid Chorus Am F Baby, come and have a blast with me C G Do everything I say like your majesty Am F Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy C G Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me Post-Chorus Am F Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me C G Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me Am F Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me C G Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese Verse 1 Am F I cannot show these bitches no sympathy C G Or these niggas, they simps and they hella bitch to me Am F I was just fortunate, got the remedy C G Fuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah Chorus Am F Baby, come and have a blast with me C G Do everything I say like your majesty Am F Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy C G Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me Uh Verse 2 Am F You picked that knife up and you stabbin' me C G Wish it was a paper cut, but it's a gash, I bleed out Am F And the way you keep harassin' me C G It's a shame this the way that it has to be, oh Am F Uh, yeah, time is of the essence C G You know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverend Am F Devil horns on a angel, still haven't learned my lesson Uh C G We're a mess and our life's a wreck Hey Am F Toxic, toxic, toxic C G The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin' Am F I should've turned away when I found out you were demonic C G Let's be honest, you're the devil's daughter Am F C Say hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollars G Am We gon' run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppers F C We gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama G Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas Chorus Am F Baby, come and have a blast with me C G Do everything I say like your majesty Am F Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy C G Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me Post-Chorus Am F Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me C G Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me Am F Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me C G Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese Outro Am F Gang, gang, gang C G Probably fuckin' your mama Am Three K on my wrist like André F Servin' like entrée C G Am F C G Ha, huh, you dig? You dig? You dig? Am F C G