Blamp Camp lyrics

[Intro]
(Where Juntao at?)
The boogieman home, b*tch
I'm back from the dead

[Verse]
Somebody should've told him 7.62s go through vests
Still sippin' Wock' and I just had tubes in my chest
I'm in a Benz, this b*tch fast like an SRT
Blamp camp general, sh*t, it was almost R.I.P.
They blowing up my phone, I'm leavin' b*tches on read
'Cause they ain't come see me when I was on my deathbed
Turkey bag boys, still gettin' money off the packs
Lookin' at the doc', like, "What you mean, my lungs collapsed?"
Your lil' b*tch a freak, you know R-Threezy had to poke
I ain't squabblin' sh*t, ask for a fade, you gettin' smoked
It's titties on the chopper, b*tch, you can't stop the gang
Stab a n*gga up, tell him he can't stop the rain
Almost seen the heaven gates, but I'm back flockin', hittin' fences
I boogie down on n*ggas, ask my opps, they my witness
Bullets don't got no name, sh*t, you could get the business too
I'm the n*gga that influenced you to do the sh*t you do
All my life, I been a joint, that's why it's tats on my head
Free Lank and Grimey Dawg, b*tch, we was passin' for the bread
All white Air Forces, but my whole outfit Gucci
He eyeballin' pieces, but I'm equipped with heavy duty
Think before you act 'cause I'll do life about these diamonds
Put my b*tch to the test and she failed when I was dyin'
In the hospital poppin' Percs like I was celebratin'
Bounce out and start shootin', f*ck I look like hesitatin'?
I'ma overkill boy, I'm sendin' bullets to his brain
f*ck a window, I'm from the walk down gang
Had multiple surgeries, so this MAC stay close to me
I'm playin' b*tches, they think Phil Jackson been coachin' me
[Outro]
Yeah, n*gga
The n*gga that influenced you n*ggas' lifestyle is home
n*ggas wanted me dead
I came back countin' racks on Instagram, b*tch
I'm Mr. Chilli
The blamp camp general, b*tch