Waka Flocka Flame
Bring the Chopper
[Intro: Gucci Mane (sample)]
Trap kinda slow, I'ma make the trap hot
Trap kinda slow, I'ma make the trap hot
Trap kinda slow, I'ma make the trap hot
Trap kinda slow, I'ma make the trap hot

[Hook: Gucci Mane (sample)]
Waka Flocka Flame, tell bro to bring the chopper, I'ma...
Waka Flocka Flame, tell bro to bring the chopper, I'ma...
Waka Flocka Flame, tell bro to bring the chopper, I'ma...
Waka Flocka Flame, tell bro to bring the chopper, I'ma...
Waka Flocka Flame, tell bro to bring the chopper, I'ma...
Waka Flocka Flame, tell bro to bring the chopper, I'ma...

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
F-R-double-E, free my n***a Doe B
Where the gangstas? Weed, shawty, where the gangstas be?
I can't really fucking see 'cause I'm rolling off this weed
This a motherfucking Tay Beat, I paid 'bout 30 grand
And my rap sheet long as Shaq's feet
Plus my neck piece green as my stacks be
I'm unhappy, disrespect Wooh and Frenchie or Juice and Gucci
Leave you wet like some motherfucking good coochie
Hit them with the Uzi, leave that n***a woozy
Out the passenger side, dumping out the dooley
Lights, cameras, fucking action, life is a movie
But I'm the shooter, not the fucking narrator
I'm just Flocka
No motherfucking aim with the chopper
Shawty from Riverdale
Where them boys give you hell
No O.G., just my n***a
Running 'round town like cowboys, n***a
Waka Flocka Flame my name, my n***a
Two pistols on me like a cowboy, n***a