CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Camelot (Remix)
Yeah (What? Huh? Huh?)
FreshDuzIt (Da-da, da-da-da-da)
Yeah (Da-da, da, da-da), huh? Huh? Huh?
I ain't gon' say too much when a n***a speakin' on that hot sh*t (Yeah)
F**k the police 'cause them b*t*hes ain't gon' stop sh*t (They ain't stoppin' sh*t)
Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick (Huh? Huh? Yeah)
Flyest n***a in the game, yeah, I'm a c*ckpit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Posted on Camelot with a hundred-some shottas (Shottas)
I be swimmin' with the sharks, lil' n***a, you a lobster (Lobster)
Bullets heat a n***a up, like he eatin' on some pasta (Some pasta)
And shout out to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas (Yeah, yeah, rrah)
My n***as trappin' out the bando, shout out to the Migos (The Migos)
If a n***a knock wrong, shoot him through the peephole (Yeah, yeah, brrah)
The trap always open, b*t*h, we ain't never closed (Never closed)
We movin' them packs and we movin' them kilos
Step one, step two, do my dance in this b*t*h (Huh? Huh?)
Got a hundred-some drums like a band in this b*t*h (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Man, she keep on b*t*hin', all that naggin' and sh*t (All that naggin' and sh*t)
Ho, shut the f**k up and just gag on this d**k (Yeah, yeah)
I'm a side n***a, and I love when she swallow
If a n***a say something, hit him with a hollow
That Glizzy (Yeah), knock your meat out your taco (Your taco)
Flexin' on these b*t*hes, they call me Johnny Bravo
School of hard knocks (Yeah), let me take you to cla**
My b*t*h is real skinny, but she got a lot of a**
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***a speakin' on that hot sh*t
F**k the police 'cause them b*t*hes ain't gon' stop sh*t
Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick
Flyest n***a in the game, yeah, I'm a c*ckpit
Posted on Camelot with a hundred-some shottas
I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil' n***a, you a lobster
Bullets heat a n***a up, like he eatin' on some pasta
And shout out to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas
I ain't gon' say too much, really, I been posted on some Bloc sh*t (Bloc sh*t)
Gang member, but they got a n***a in the moshpit (Word)
Blue faces all in my pocket, check how I mop sh*t (Crip)
I drop sh*t, opps see me in person, change the topic
I'm on Camelot with Choppa, we got choppers (Woah)
No Burger King but we gon' whop it, you won't make it to the doctor (Rrah, rrah, doon-doon-doon)
You know I'm married to the cake, I need a b*t*h like Betty Crocker (Betty Crocker)
Try to rob me, that's a nada (Nada)
No OVO, I got the Drac' in this Impala (Drizzy)
I'm in LA kicking sh*t with Mr. Morgan (Hah)
You ain't gettin' money, n***a, then you're boring (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just called the hit and told my n***as kick your door in (Door in)
They twenty deep, we thirty deep, no backup, bring some more in
Who am I? (Huh?), Big Gotti (Yeah), for the record, I'm worth fifty mil', boy
All my lil' homies millionaires and my whole city'll kill for me
Camelot ('Lot), my b*t*h scam a lot (Swipe)
CMG, this sh*t gangster, respect it like we Rap-A-Lot (Beep)
In the kitchen with the pot, I'm on Sunset in a drop (Skrrt)
Half a mil', Richard Mille, that's a crib on the watch
Money high like helicopters, n***as play and we gon' chop 'em
Her a** fat, that's from the doctor, NLE, that's my lil' partner (Yeah)
Been breaking b*t*hes, call me Moneybagg Pimpin' (Big Bagg)
Hit it, then skate, I'm a black Bart Simpson (Skrrt)
Lambo' doors up in the middle of the trenches (North)
Breaking down pounds, losing weight, I'm slimmin' (Work out)
Bread Gang business, we got loafs, you keep the crumbs (Bum)
Reaching for my charm, that Draco knock off your arm (Brr)
Inhalin' all the smoke, f**k what it's doing to my lungs
My lil' Philly b*t*h so messy, I'm through f**kin' with that jawn
I ain't gon' say too much when a n***a speakin' on that hot sh*t
F**k the police 'cause them b*t*hes ain't gon' stop sh*t
Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick
Flyest n***a in the game, yeah, I'm a c*ckpit
Posted on Camelot with a hundred-some shottas
I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil' n***a, you a lobster
Bullets heat a n***a up, like he eatin' on some pasta
And shout out to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas
FreshDuzIt (Da-da, da-da-da-da)
Yeah (Da-da, da, da-da), huh? Huh? Huh?
I ain't gon' say too much when a n***a speakin' on that hot sh*t (Yeah)
F**k the police 'cause them b*t*hes ain't gon' stop sh*t (They ain't stoppin' sh*t)
Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick (Huh? Huh? Yeah)
Flyest n***a in the game, yeah, I'm a c*ckpit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Posted on Camelot with a hundred-some shottas (Shottas)
I be swimmin' with the sharks, lil' n***a, you a lobster (Lobster)
Bullets heat a n***a up, like he eatin' on some pasta (Some pasta)
And shout out to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas (Yeah, yeah, rrah)
My n***as trappin' out the bando, shout out to the Migos (The Migos)
If a n***a knock wrong, shoot him through the peephole (Yeah, yeah, brrah)
The trap always open, b*t*h, we ain't never closed (Never closed)
We movin' them packs and we movin' them kilos
Step one, step two, do my dance in this b*t*h (Huh? Huh?)
Got a hundred-some drums like a band in this b*t*h (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Man, she keep on b*t*hin', all that naggin' and sh*t (All that naggin' and sh*t)
Ho, shut the f**k up and just gag on this d**k (Yeah, yeah)
I'm a side n***a, and I love when she swallow
If a n***a say something, hit him with a hollow
That Glizzy (Yeah), knock your meat out your taco (Your taco)
Flexin' on these b*t*hes, they call me Johnny Bravo
School of hard knocks (Yeah), let me take you to cla**
My b*t*h is real skinny, but she got a lot of a**
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***a speakin' on that hot sh*t
F**k the police 'cause them b*t*hes ain't gon' stop sh*t
Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick
Flyest n***a in the game, yeah, I'm a c*ckpit
Posted on Camelot with a hundred-some shottas
I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil' n***a, you a lobster
Bullets heat a n***a up, like he eatin' on some pasta
And shout out to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas
I ain't gon' say too much, really, I been posted on some Bloc sh*t (Bloc sh*t)
Gang member, but they got a n***a in the moshpit (Word)
Blue faces all in my pocket, check how I mop sh*t (Crip)
I drop sh*t, opps see me in person, change the topic
I'm on Camelot with Choppa, we got choppers (Woah)
No Burger King but we gon' whop it, you won't make it to the doctor (Rrah, rrah, doon-doon-doon)
You know I'm married to the cake, I need a b*t*h like Betty Crocker (Betty Crocker)
Try to rob me, that's a nada (Nada)
No OVO, I got the Drac' in this Impala (Drizzy)
I'm in LA kicking sh*t with Mr. Morgan (Hah)
You ain't gettin' money, n***a, then you're boring (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just called the hit and told my n***as kick your door in (Door in)
They twenty deep, we thirty deep, no backup, bring some more in
Who am I? (Huh?), Big Gotti (Yeah), for the record, I'm worth fifty mil', boy
All my lil' homies millionaires and my whole city'll kill for me
Camelot ('Lot), my b*t*h scam a lot (Swipe)
CMG, this sh*t gangster, respect it like we Rap-A-Lot (Beep)
In the kitchen with the pot, I'm on Sunset in a drop (Skrrt)
Half a mil', Richard Mille, that's a crib on the watch
Money high like helicopters, n***as play and we gon' chop 'em
Her a** fat, that's from the doctor, NLE, that's my lil' partner (Yeah)
Been breaking b*t*hes, call me Moneybagg Pimpin' (Big Bagg)
Hit it, then skate, I'm a black Bart Simpson (Skrrt)
Lambo' doors up in the middle of the trenches (North)
Breaking down pounds, losing weight, I'm slimmin' (Work out)
Bread Gang business, we got loafs, you keep the crumbs (Bum)
Reaching for my charm, that Draco knock off your arm (Brr)
Inhalin' all the smoke, f**k what it's doing to my lungs
My lil' Philly b*t*h so messy, I'm through f**kin' with that jawn
I ain't gon' say too much when a n***a speakin' on that hot sh*t
F**k the police 'cause them b*t*hes ain't gon' stop sh*t
Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick
Flyest n***a in the game, yeah, I'm a c*ckpit
Posted on Camelot with a hundred-some shottas
I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil' n***a, you a lobster
Bullets heat a n***a up, like he eatin' on some pasta
And shout out to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas
