Wait

[Intro]
A wise man once said
He who opens his lips too wide
Creates his own destruction
(Grrrt, SHYNE)

[Chorus]
Hol' up, wait
I'm from Brooklyn you ain't safe
Whole team got big guns and we never talkin' to the jakes
Catch me in the kitchen whippin' whippin'
If you know the lingo that's a plate
I fuck with some Bloods, I fuck with some Cuzz, but I'm only throwin' up rakes
Hol' up, wait
I'm from Brooklyn you ain't safe
Whole team got big guns and we never talkin' to the jakes
Catch me in the kitchen whippin' whippin'
If you know the lingo that's a plate
I fuck with some Bloods, I fuck with some Cuzz, but I'm only throwin' up rakes

[Verse 1]
I'm only throwin' up H
Don't forget I'm Mr. Hoodstar
Movin' shiggy in a good car
Tryna find me? You ain't gotta look far
Look how he maneuver, stay with a shooter, .45 came with a cooler
If you play he gon' shoot ya, aim for medullas, don't conversate with no losers
I-could-I-could make these rocks work
Baby I-could-I-could make your twat squirt
It don't even matter if you got it on you nigga
You still gettin' shot first
That tough talk get your pops hurt
Coach Da Ghost, yes I am back again
I'm workin' hard like some Africans
Everywhere I go my gun comin' with me no traffickin'

[Chorus]
Hol' up, wait
I'm from Brooklyn you ain't safe
Whole team got big guns and we never talkin' to the jakes
Catch me in the kitchen whippin' whippin'
If you know the lingo that's a plate
I fuck with some Bloods, I fuck with some Cuzz, but I'm only throwin' up rakes
Hol' up, wait
I'm only throwin' up H (No)
I'm only throwin' up H (Never)
I'm only throwin' up H (SHYNE)
I'm only throwin' up H

[Verse 2]
This could be the reason (SHYNE)
This could be the reason these niggas mad at me
I do this any season
Slide through your block and cause tragedy
Gz really jackin' me
I got like 63 Gs in the back of me
.40 XD and it came with some [?]
I'm still young but I'm glad to see
Remember days they used to laugh at me
All I do is make boss moves
If he competition, then he gon' lose
Right plan with the wrong dude
You show me you fake then I'm on you
They try to build case with informants
On the scoreboard we scorin'
Fuck the other side, they borin'
You ain't warn me, but I warned you
Peter roll after Peter roll
I won't stop bangin' til' they free the bros
You can see the Gz, you can see the Choos
We on chill mode, s'all you need to know
Last nigga talkin' got put in the coffin and sent to his moms, he got Peter rolled
Six years and they freed the Ghost
Couple million, yeah I needed those
Who give a fuck 'bout your "gang gang"
Catchin' bodies? We doin' the same thing
Kamikaze if you try to stop me nigga
If your chain hang, then we stain gang
Fuck it up, fuck it up
All the ladies fell in love with us
Look how we fucked it up
You can not fuck with us
And I be puttin' on this whole time
Twin .40s yeah they both mine
I'm a genius, I'm a gold mine
Let me get it when it's go time
Let me get it when it's go time
I been puttin' on since '09
Let me get it when it's go tiiiiiiime
And I'ma catch 'em on a slow wind

[Chorus]
Hol' up, wait
I'm from Brooklyn you ain't safe
Whole team got big guns and we never talkin' to the jakes
Catch me in the kitchen whippin' whippin'
If you know the lingo that's a plate
I fuck with some Bloods, I fuck with some Cuzz, but I'm only throwin' up rakes
Hol' up, wait
I'm only throwin' up H