Camelot by NLE Choppa
I ain’t gon’ say too much when a *** speakin’ on that hot ***
*** the police, ’cause them *** ain’t gon’ stop ***
Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin’ popped quick
Flyest *** in the game, yeah, I’m a cockpit
Posted on Camelot, wit’ a hunnid some’ shots
I be swimmin’ wit’ the sharks, lil *** you a lobster
Bullets hit a *** 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
If a *** knock wrong, shoot him through the peephole
The trap always open, *** we ain’t never closed
We movin’ them packs and we movin’ them kilos
Step one, Step two, do my dance in this ***
Got a hunnid some’ drums like a band in this ***
Mane she keep on bitchin’, all that naggin’ and ***
*** shut the *** up and jus’ gag on this ***
I’m a side ***, and I love when she swallow
If a *** say something, hit him wit’ a hollow
That glizzy, knock ya meat out ya taco
Flexin’ on ya ***, they call me Johnny Bravo
School of hard knocks, let me take you to class
My *** 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 *** speakin’ on that hot ***
*** the police, ’cause them *** ain’t gon’ stop ***
Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin’ popped quick
Flyest *** in the game, yeah, I’m a cockpit
Posted on Camelot, wit’ a hunnid some’ shots
I be swimmin’ wit’ the sharks, lil *** you a lobster
Bullets hit a *** 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 *** chills like I work at Baskin-Robbins
I love Batman, but a young *** 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 *** 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 *** had to snatch his brain
Had to snatch his brain (had to snatch that *** brain)
I had to snatch his brain (had to snatch that *** brain)
I had to make it rain (make that motha fucka rain)
R. Kelly let that ***’ choppa sing, yeah (make it sing)
