NLE Choppa – Camelot

I ain’t gon’ say too much when a n*gga speakin’ on that hot sh*t
f*ck the police, ’cause them b*tches ain’t gon’ stop sh*t
Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin’ popped quick
Flyest n*gga in the game, yeah, I’m a c*ckpit
Posted on Camelot, wit’ a hunnid some’ shots
I be swimmin’ wit’ the sharks, lil n*gga you a lobster
Bullets hit a n*gga up, like he eatin’ on some pasta
And shoutout to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas
My n*ggas trappin’ out the bando, shoutout to the Migos
If a n*gga knock wrong, shoot him through the peephole
The trap always open, b*tch we ain’t never closed
We movin’ them packs and we movin’ them kilos

Step one, Step two, do my dance in this b*tch
Got a hunnid some’ drums like a band in this b*tch
Mane she keep on b*tchin’, all that naggin’ and sh*t
Hoe shut the f*ck up and jus’ gag on this di*k
I’m a side n*gga, and I love when she swallow
If a n*gga say something, hit him wit’ a hollow
That glizzy, knock ya meat out ya taco
Flexin’ on ya b*tch, they call me Johnny Bravo
School of hard knocks, let me take you to class
My b*tch 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 n*gga speakin’ on that hot sh*t
f*ck the police, ’cause them b*tches ain’t gon’ stop sh*t
Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin’ popped quick
Flyest n*gga in the game, yeah, I’m a c*ckpit
Posted on Camelot, wit’ a hunnid some’ shots
I be swimmin’ wit’ the sharks, lil n*gga you a lobster
Bullets hit a n*gga 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 n*gga chills like I work at Baskin-Robbins
I love Batman, but a young n*gga robbin’
Firework show, ’cause my n*ggas get to sparklin’
I’m a hot head, I’ll crash any second
He speakin’ on who? Send his b*tch ass to heaven
Extended clips, when we tote them Mac-11’s
My n*ggas 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 ‘cuase I’ll never sand
You know I’m Shotta Fam, I always rep the gang
He kept on dissin’ so a n*gga had to snatch his brain

Had to snatch his brain (had to snatch that n*gga brain)
I had to snatch his brain (had to snatch that n*gga brain)
I had to make it rain (make that motha f*cka rain)
R. Kelly let that f*ckin’ choppa sing, yeah (make it sing)

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