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Verse 1
(A minor) (E minor) Pretty (A minor) flame, (E minor) flock of (A minor) lights
(E minor) High as fuck,
but I'm afraid (A minor) of height (E minor) s (A minor)
(E minor) How (A minor) ironic DJ Young J .D. Los
(E minor) Chicagos (A minor) mixtape boss
Flock of flame, yeah
Flock of flame, yeah
Flock of flame, yeah
Flock (E minor) of flame
Put your (A minor) motherfuckin'
Flock of flame
(E minor) Hands up
Flock of flame
(A minor) Hands up
Hands up
Hands up
Hands up
Hands up
Flock of flame
(C major) Yeah, that (E minor) nigga bought the pain
(A minor) You heard the name, nothing changed,
better guard your brain
Murk the rep, if he (C major) call a (E minor) game,
y 'all complain
(A minor) Put me in the hall of fame,
we ain't the same
I'mma love this mother (C major) fucker,
(E minor) I'm just starting to aim
Great (A minor) squad, I love this gang,
and we all the same
I'm a motherfuckin' (C major) gangsta,
(E minor) my mom the same (A minor)
See these trophies, we winning,
nigga, they gold bottoms
My dime, play a position, she a role model
All my homies eating,
nigga, sizzle red
Consider it,
these rappers actin' like lil' bitch
I shot the ball, y just dribble it,
I'm with this shit
You niggas sittin' there,
while I'm really gettin' it
I hit the trunk and watch me pop,
lock and drop a nigga
They be like, damn, fuck the shot,
I wanna rock it, nigga
Can't fuck with me today,
or tomorrow either
Now warn your people,
I'm comin' for all you born to evil
I'm on the beach smokin' reefer,
sippin' out a liter
And every king need a queen,
but it's how you treat her
Shoutout to all my gangsta
niggas tryna go legit
There's a lot of legal money
we can go and get
But all you square -ass rappers
tryna be gangsta
Guess you wanna be me, nigga,
can't blame ya
Who's with me?
Murderous bars,
go and serve up the chars,
I'm droppin'
Never heard of it
cause I swear I'm from Mars
Niggas is bitches
and nothin' is gonna change (E minor) that
The (A minor) rap game if you lookin'
for where the lames at
I'm a simple man (C major) tryna
make (A minor) the (E minor) illest plans
(A minor) I gotta filter niggas out like Instagram
Hook and jab, (C major) hook and jab,
(E minor) got a stick and (A minor) move
Real niggas do exist, bitch,
I'm living proof
Waka, waka, waka, waka,
waka, waka, -Dawg, plane
Put your motherfucking hands up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Put your (C major) mother (E minor) fucking hands up (A minor)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Put your (C major) mother (E minor) fucking hands up
Squad, (A minor) big squad, yeah
Put your (C major) mother (E minor) fuckin' hands up,
(A minor) up
Waka, waka, waka, waka, bang
Put your motherfuckin' hands up, up
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
Briscoe
DJ Young J, when you hear that drop
Outro 1
You know it's official
(A minor) (C major) (E minor) (A minor)
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