Camelot’s Flow (Cover) lyrics

[Chorus]
I ain't gon' say too much when a n*gga speakin' on that hot sh*t (On that hot sh*t)
f*ck the police 'cause them b*tches ain't gon' stop sh*t
O-o-o-o-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 shots
I be swimmin' with the sharks, lil' n*gga, you a lobster (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 (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
Wе movin' them packs and we movin' them kilos
Stеp 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

[Outro]
f*ck I didn't say gag
f*ck, goddammit
I don't even care
That's it for the choppa flow
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch (Hmm-hm, Alright, alright)