Camelot

Lyricist: Bryson Potts / Darzell Triplett     Composer: Bryson Potts / Darzell Triplett

Yeah
Fresh DuzIt
Yeah
Huh, huh, huh
I ain't gon' say too much
When a nigga speakin' on that hot shit
Fuck the police
Cause them bitches ain't gon' stop shit
Oppositions mad
If they play they gettin' popped quick
Flyest nigga in the game
Yeah, I'm a cockpit
Posted on Camelot
Wit' a hunnid some' shots
I be swimmin' wit' the sharks
Lil' nigga, you a lobster
Bullets heat a nigga up
Like he eatin' on some pasta
And shoutout to Kingston
I keep me some Rastas
My niggas trappin' out the bando
Shoutout to the Migos
If a nigga knock wrong
Shoot him through the peephole
The trap always open
Bitch, we ain't never closed
We movin' them packs and we movin' them kilos
Step one
Step two
Do my dance in this bitch
Got a hunnid some' drums
Like a band in this bitch
Mane she keep on bitchin'
All that naggin' and shit
Hoe shut the fuck up and jus' gag on this dick
I'm a side nigga
And I love when she swallow
If a nigga say something
Hit him wit' a hollow
That glizzy
Knock ya meat out ya taco
Flexin' on these bitches
They call me Johnny Bravo
School of hard knocks
Let me take you to class
My bitch 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 nigga speakin' on that hot shit
Fuck the police
Cause them bitches ain't gon' stop shit
Oppositions mad
If they play they gettin' popped quick
Flyest nigga in the game
Yeah, I'm a cockpit
Posted on Camelot
Wit' a hunnid some' shots
I be swimmin' wit' the sharks
Lvil' nigga, you a lobster
Bullets heat a nigga 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 nigga chills like I work at Baskin-Robbins
I love Batman
But a young nigga robbin'
Firework show
Cause my niggas get to sparklin'
I'm a hothead
I'll crash any second
He speakin' on who?
Send his bitch ass to heaven
Extended clips
When we tote them MAC-11's
My niggas 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
I ain't never sang
You know I'm Shotta Fam
Always gotta rep the gang
He kept on dissin' so a nigga had to snatch his brain
Had to snatch his brain
(Had to snatch that nigga brain)
I had to snatch his brain
(Had to snatch that nigga brain)
I had to make it rain
(Make that mothafucka' rain)
R. Kelly, let that fuckin' choppa sing, yeah
(Make it sing)