Camelot

Yeah

FreshDuzit

Yeah

Huh, 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)