Camelot lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
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Yeah
Huh? Huh? Huh?

[Chorus]
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 with a hundred some shottas
I be swimmin' with the sharks, lil' n*gga, you a lobster
Bullets heat a n*gga up, like he eatin' on some pasta
And shout out to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas

[Verse 1]
My n*ggas trappin' out the bando, shout out to the Migos (The Migos)
If a n*gga knock wrong, shoot him through the peephole (Grrah)
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 hundred some drums like a band in this b*tch
Man, she keep on b*tchin', all that naggin' and sh*t
Ho, shut the f*ck up and just gag on this di*k
I'm a side n*gga, and I love when she swallow
If her n*gga say something, hit him with a hollow
That glizzy (Yeah), knock your meat out your taco (Your taco)
Flexin' on these b*tches, 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, yeah
[Chorus]
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 with a hundred some shottas
I be swimmin' with the sharks, lil' n*gga, you a lobster
Bullets heat a n*gga up, like he eatin' on some pasta
And shout out to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas

[Verse 2]
All up in the party, you know we keep them carbines (Them Carbines)
Bring a n*gga chills like I work at Baskin-Robbins (Robbins)
I love Batman, but a young n*gga robbin'
Firework show 'cause my n*ggas get to sparkin'
I'm a hothead, I'll crash any second (Yeah)
He speakin' on who? Send his b*tch ass to heaven (To heaven)
Extended clips when we tote them MAC-11's (Uh-huh)
My n*ggas, they be Crippin', they be screamin' out them sevens (Crip)
Why you investigating me? 'Cause I don't know a thing
And I'ma always keep it solid, I'll never sing
You know I'm Shotta Fam, always gotta rep the gang (Shotta)
He kept on dissin', so a n*gga had to snatch his brain, huh? (Gang, gang)
Had to snatch his brain, huh? (Had to snatch that n*gga brain)
I had to snatch his brain, yeah (Had to snatch that n*gga brain)
I had to make it rain (Make that motherf*cker rain)
R. Kelly, let that f*ckin' chopper sing, yeah (Make it sing)