Chorus

I ain't gon' say too much when a

n***a speakin' on that hot s**t

F**k the police, 'cause them

bitches ain't gon' stop s**t

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' shots

I be swimmin' wit' the sharks,

lil n***a you a lobster

Bullets hit a n***a up, like

he eatin' on some pasta

And shoutout to Kingston,

I keep me some Rastas

My niggas trappin' out the

bando, shoutout to the Migos

If a n***a knock wrong, shoot

him through the peephole

The trap always open, b***h

we ain't never closed

We movin' them packs and

we movin' them kilos

Verse 1

Step one, Step two, do

my dance in this b***h

Got a hunnid some' drums

like a band in this b***h

Mane she keep on bitchin',

all that naggin' and s**t

Hoe shut the f**k up and

jus' gag on this d**k

I'm a side nigga, 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 ya bitch, they

call me Johnny Bravo

School of hard knocks,

let me take you to class

My b***h 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 s**t

F**k the police, 'cause them

bitches ain't gon' stop s**t

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' shots

I be swimmin' wit' the sharks,

lil n***a you a lobster

Bullets hit 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

niggas get to sparklin'

I'm a hot head, I'll crash any second

He speakin' on who? Send

his b***h ass to heaven

Extended clips, when

we tote them Mac 11's

My niggas 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

'cause I'll never sang

You know I'm Shotta Fam,

I always 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 motha f**ka rain)

R. Kelly let that f**kin' choppa

sing, yeah (make it sing)