Kunci: C minor
Verse 1
Am
Dm
Am
Could somebody please
buy this girl a cheeseburger,
she's so fucking skinny,
I don't see what the big deal is anyways,
Dm
Em
like, okay she's a little bit hot,
Am
but like, her music is
Am
she's just fucking using snack,
like, she's got no fucking talent,
Em
Am
I follow her on Instagram,
and I like never, ever like her photos,
Dm
Em
Am
like ever, fuck her. You see I'm
Em
talkin' but I ain't hearin' nothin'
Am
We ain't fuckin' with you anyway,
Em
so you could keep on frontin'
Em
but none of them are valid, so
Dm
If they talk about you,
Am
Em
they just mad cause they ain't have it, so
Am
Let it bring you down,
Em
just keep doin' what you do
Am
You gotta keep on makin' moves,
Em
don't listen to these other fools
Am
They just hate to see you win,
Em
they fuckin' love to see you lose
Dm
So when they see you payin' dues,
Am
Em
they always actin' all confused
Am
If you ain't seein' nothin' nice,
Em
better not say nothin' at all
Am
Better try doin' somethin'
with your life
Em
instead of actin' like a troll
C
Am
Just focus on yourself
Em
instead of puttin' off at the mouth
Dm
You've heard a couple of my songs,
Am
Em
think you know what I'm about
Em
Am
They only hate you when you make a wave
Em
Try to break you till you
C
Am
walk away
Cause they don't know any
Em
Dm
thing else
Em
Am
with these things
F -f -f -f -f -fuck what they say,
Em
Am
we do this every day
And I -and I -I let them know
C
Am
that we ain't here to play
Cause they don't know any
Em
Dm
thing else
Em
Am
with these things
Fuck what they say,
Em
Am
fuck what they say
Fuck what they say,
Em
Am
fuck what they say
Em
Fuck what they say, fuck what they say
Dm
Boop -boop -dee -see, boop -boop -dee
boop -boop -dee -see
Am
Woah, woah, bro, this ain't snack
Em
Sounds like mainstream
He must be high on crack
Em
And where the fuck's the graph it's at?
Am
Maybe I should tell him that
Em
His teeth are crooked, plus he's fat
Dm
He must've sold his soul to rap
Em
Yo, listen, bitch, shut your trap
Am
See if you breath, that shit is lame
Em
I'm like driving drums,
don't stick a lane
when they call my name
Em
I can murder any beat,
man, it's all the same
I'ma stick my dick in this
Em
I the sickest shit, flickin' cigarettes,
You probably sick of this,
cause my shit's ridiculous
Am
Leave no witnesses, listen, get this in,
mind your businesses
Am
Need to find some new shit to do,
Em
cause you talkin' shit
while we really livin' this
Am
Ha ha ha, and we don't
Em
Dm
know anything else
Em
Am
We just been doin' it ourselves
Em
Am
They only hate you when you make a wave
Em
Try to break you down and
C
Am
walk away
Cause they don't know any
Em
Dm
thing else
Em
Am
They're just so happy with themselves
Em
F -f -f -f -fuck what they say,
C
Gotta, gotta, gotta let them know
Am
that we ain't here to play
Cause they don't know any
Em
Dm
thing else
Em
Am
with themselves
Em
Am
Em
Am
Em
Dm
Em
Am
Fuck with DC, fuck with DC
Em
Am
Em
Am
Em
Dm
Em
Am
Em
Am
Em
C
Am
You
Em
Dm
Em
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