INTRO
Em C
Yeah
FreshDuzit
Yeah
Hah, hah, hah
CHORUS
Em Bm
I ain't gon' say too much when a nigga speakin' on that hot shit
G
Fuck the police, 'cause them bitches ain't gon' stop shit
Gm Bm
Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick
Flyest nigga in the game, yeah, I'm a cockpit
G
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
C
My niggas trappin' out the bando, shoutout to the Migos
D Gm
If a nigga knock wrong, shoot him through the peephole
Em C
The trap always open, bitch we ain't never closed
We movin' them packs and we movin' them kilos
G
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
Cm
I ain't gon' say too much when a nigga speakin' on that hot shit
G
Fuck the police, 'cause them bitches ain't gon' stop shit
Bm
Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick
Flyest nigga in the game, yeah, I'm a cockpit
G
Posted on Camelot, wit' a hunnid some' shots
Gm G
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
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'
Bm
Firework show, 'cause my niggas get to sparklin'
G
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 's
Why you investigating me? 'Cause I don't know a thing
And I'ma always keep a solid 'cause I'll never sang
Gm
You know I'm Shotta Fam, I always rep the gang
G
He kept on dissin' so a nigga had to snatch his brain
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)
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