Roll The Windows Up chords and lyrics - MACHINE GUN KELLY

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[Intro 1]
Right

[Chorus 1]
Ayy, what my homie, Mike P, say?
[Am]Roll the windows up
when I get in the [F]car
and [G]I'mma light one up
[Am]Hit the gas station, go and buy a cigar[F]
And [G]we can smoke this blunt
[Am]Speedin' on the Sunset
Strip in the [F]nighttime, yeah
[G]Tryna get fucked up
(Ayy, [Am]all my smokers...)
Roll the windows up
(Roll it [F]up right now) [G]when I smoke and drive

[Verse 1]
[Am]Uh, I'm to the grave with this
I learned [F]how to roll a joint
be[G]fore I shaved and shit
[Am](Yeah) In seventh grade and shit
I was [F]smoking OG kush
and [G]lemon haze and shit
Bad as [Am]fuck,
I had it tucked inside my backpack in the front
My dad had [F]found it in a month
He [G]kicked me out,
he had enough so I got [Am]up
I'm in the kitchen, baking pizza with a crust
For a [F]paycheck
I can [G]go and spend on hella drugs, [Am]yeah
Spaceships see me when I'm up, yeah
[F]I been a martian wit[G]h no Elon Musk, yeah
[Am]I'm in a party
with the screw-ups and the sluts, yeah
[F]I'm rolling papers
[G]bigger than elephant tusks, [Am]yeah
I'm in quarantine,
but the weed man pulls up here
I got a [F]hundred packs of back[G]woods
I can spend the next four months here
I [Am]spent 10K cash,
I might cough up both lungs here
[F]Filled up on gas [G]and got high,
but no stunts here
[Am]Mask on when I'm outside,
drive fast, don't waste time
[F]Ass on my face time,
[G]strap on my waistline
[Am]Gucci, Fendi, Prada belt,
hold it up, no Kreayshawn
Give a [F]fuck about these cops,
[G]put my hood on like Trayvon
[Am]All that I know is a W over my clan,
I feel like Raekwon
[F]Only time I get an L is [G]when I be throwin'
one up for the gang sign
[Am]I been a king with the bars but
now I can play the guitar and the bassline
[F]I heard them saying they doing it [G]first,
I'm doing this shit for the eighth time
[Am]I used to want a pool, now I'm waking up
and I got one in the backyard
[F]I break a lotta rules, so you [G]know
I be drivin' the whip like a NASCAR
[Am]Never went Hollywood,
Got house on the Hills, I still smack y'all
[F]Never say no to the blunt,
I smoke [G]it 'til it's all the way down to the ash

[Verse 2]
[Am]I just lit a spliff blew it in a cop's face
[F]I just hit a switch
[G]so they couldn't see the plates
[Am]Pull up to the crib, drove past four gates
[F]Gave her half my dick,
[G]that was all that she could take, ayy
[Am]Used both hands like she tryna say grace
[F]Said amen, [G]then I blessed her face (Amen)
[Am]I don't order by the bag, I order by the crate
I'mma [F]smoke until the suns [G]blocked,
I don't use drapes
I was [Am]really on Cleveland selling raps on tapes
I had a [F]couple of people with me
[G]that I watch turn fake
I still [Am]keep gorillas with me,
I ain't talking 'bout Bape
I'm a [F]wizard with the potions,
[G]I ain't talking 'bout Snape, ayy
[Am]I put a bag in my carryon luggage
I walk through the airport I'm holding the shit
Somebody else put their coke in their ass
and they walking through
like they holdin' their shit
[Am]My boy just snuck through the metal detector
and he got a pole like he ready to fish
Whenever I get a Grammy, I'm poppin' the top
and I'm pouring a four in the whip
Holy shit, I'm so high,
I just high fived this holiness, [F]damn
Every shot I [G]take, I make,
it's like I'm Kobe's wrist
[Am]This how I feel
after a decade of me makin' hits
[F]So if my name ain't on [G]that bitch,
you shouldn't make a list
[Am]Roll the windows up
when I get inside the car, I mean
[F]Roll the windows down
[G]when I open up the jar (See)
[Am]I'mma call the mayor,
if they tryna press a charge
I'mma [F]mob boss,
I be [G]pullin' strings like my guitar, yeah

[Chorus 2]
[Am]Roll the windows up
when I get in the [F]car
and [G]I'mma light one up
[Am]Hit the gas station, go and buy a cigar[F]
And [G]we can smoke this blunt
[Am]Speedin' on the Sunset
Strip in the [F]nighttime, yeah
[G]Tryna get fucked up
[Am](Ay) Roll the windows up
(Roll it [F]up right now) [G]when I smoke and drive