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[Intro]

Yeah

FreshDuzIt

Yeah

Huh, huh, huh



[Chorus]

I ain't gon' say too much when a n***a speakin' on that hot shit

Fuck the police, 'cause them bitches ain't gon' stop shit

Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick

Flyest n***a in the game, yeah, I'm a cockpit

Posted on Camelot, wit' a hunnid some' shottas

I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil' n***a, you a lobster

Bullets heat a n***a up, like he eatin' on some pasta

And shoutout to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas



[Verse 1]

My n***as trappin' out the bando, shoutout to the Migos

If a n***a knock wrong, shoot him through the peephole

The trap always open, bitch, we ain't never closed

We movin' them packs and we movin' them kilos

Step one, step two, do my dance in this bitch

Got a hunnid some' drums like a band in this bitch

Mane she keep on bitchin', all that naggin' and shit

Hoe shut the fuck up and jus' gag on this dick

I'm a side n***a, and I love when she swallow

If a n***a say something, hit him wit' a hollow

That glizzy, knock ya meat out ya taco

Flexin' on these bitches, they call me Johnny Bravo

School of hard knocks, let me take you to class

My bitch is real skinny but she got a lot of ass

I love counting money, I get a lot of cash

If you try to take it from me, his toe gon' have a tag



[Chorus]

I ain't gon' say too much when a n***a speakin' on that hot shit

Fuck the police, 'cause them bitches ain't gon' stop shit

Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick

Flyest n***a in the game, yeah, I'm a cockpit

Posted on Camelot, wit' a hunnid some' shottas

I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil' n***a, you a lobster

Bullets heat a n***a up, like he eatin' on some pasta

And shoutout to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas



[Verse 2]

All up in the party, you know we keep them carbons

Bring a n***a chills like I work at Baskin-Robbins

I love Batman, but a young n***a robbin'

Firework show, 'cause my n***as get to sparklin'

I'm a hothead, I'll crash any second

He speakin' on who? Send his bitch ass to heaven

Extended clips, when we tote them MAC-11's

My n***as they be crippin', they be screamin' out them 7's

Why you investigating me? 'Cause I don't know a thing

And I'ma always keep a solid, I ain't never sang

You know I'm Shotta Fam, always gotta rep the gang

He kept on dissin' so a n***a had to snatch his brain



[Outro]

Had to snatch his brain (Had to snatch that n***a brain)

I had to snatch his brain (Had to snatch that n***a brain)

I had to make it rain (Make that mothafucka' rain)

R. Kelly, let that fuckin' choppa sing, yeah (Make it sing)