Lyrics:

Yeah
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YeahHuh, huh, huh

I ain`t gon` say too much when a nigga 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 nigga in the game, yeah, I`m a cockpit
Posted on Camelot, wit` a hunnid some` shots
I be swimmin` wit` the sharks, lil` nigga you a lobster
Bullets heat a nigga 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 (The Migos)
If a nigga 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
Man, she keep on bitchin`, all that naggin` and shit
Hoe shut the fuck up and jus` gag on this dick

I`m a side nigga, and I love when she swallow
If a nigga say something, hit him wit` a hollow
That glizzy, knock ya meat out ya taco (Your 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

I ain`t gon` say too much when a nigga 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 nigga in the game, bitch, I`m a cockpit
Posted on Camelot, wit` a hunnid some` shots
I be swimmin` wit` the sharks, lil` nigga you a lobster
Bullets heat a nigga up, like he eatin` on some pasta
And shoutout to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas

All up in the party, you know we keep them carbines (Them Carbines)
Bring a nigga chills like I work at Baskin-Robbins (Robbins)
I love Batman, but a young nigga robbin`
Firework show, `cause my niggas get to sparklin`

I`m a hothead, I`ll crash any second (Yeah)
He speakin` on who? Send his bitch ass to heaven (To heaven)
Extended clips, when we tote them MAC-11`s (Uh-huh)
My niggas they be crippin`, they be screamin` out them 7`s (Crip)

Why you investigating me? `Cause I don`t know a thang
And I`ma always keep a solid, I`ll never sang
You know I`m Shotta Fam, I always rep the gang (Shotta)
He kept on dissin` so a nigga had to snatch his brain (Gang, gang)

Had to snatch his brain (Had to snatch that nigga brain)
I had to snatch his brain (Had to snatch that nigga brain)
I had to make it rain (Make that motha fucka rain)
R. Kelly let that fuckin` choppa sing, yeah (Make it sing)