Intro 
Yeah 
FreshDuzit 
Yeah 
Huh, huh, huh

Chorus 
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 hit a nigga up, like he eatin' on some pasta 
And shoutout to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas

Verse 1 
My niggas trappin' out the bando, shoutout to 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 
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 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 
Flexin' on ya bitch, 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 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 hit a nigga 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 nigga chills like I work at Baskin-Robbins
I love Batman, but a young nigga 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 bitch 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 nigga had to snatch his brain

Outro
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)