Erick Arc Elliott - Camouflage Dons lyrics

Wolves out, baby [Verse 1: Smif-n-Wessun] My barrel lean like thorazine Dream like Reverend King, cream like Medellín Cartel sparked well, y'all in the mezzanine Swimming at the shot ball, shot bars, guillotine A hundred on the dart boards, dark on the big machine Blowing at your entourage, whole squad wolverines Camouflage dons, spits hella steam, prophesize, we monopolize Gotta get the green Backs in my nap sack, roll up a swisher sweet, light a spliff Life's a b**h, freaking off with the team All the sh** I've seen, probably should be dead now f** the zombies, smoke the bong, it's weed to the head now It's the semi-auto blowing through your audio My n***as press you and leave you in the poorest mode Known movements, this reality music, the gun law is; if you got one, you better use it Listen, A and B convos, C your way out before D jump over E And F you up like a G so play silly, feel a 9 milly Acting like you 'bout this life beef for really Face fighting, wanna steal, y'all n***as k** me Deer gang, 215, it's Gucci Philly, it's Louis Loaf with the smoke that beats that Camouflage dons, Zombies, Statik Selekt If you send shots, we blowing off limbs No sublims, don't get it twisted, we not them It's a new wave, NWA, take it how you want it, and it's all I got to say [Verse 2: Flatbush Zombies] [Meechy Darko] The fame ain't changed Meech, I still don't f** with you, n***as I still be on the streets, I still scream f** religion I ain't scared of beef, got beef get put on a sk**et You bigots are non-existent so f** all my competition, hold up [Juice] Hoes haze, no competition, your mortal vision's sacrilegious spittinng vivid pictures Smoking with the same n***as Montana flow Whiter than the white cops that shot the kid on my block [Meech] I'm from a place where we want it, we take it [Juice] Gold teeth, two foes [Meech] Trapping in the basement Two freaks, one Meech, it's threesomes in the AM [Juice] Take a whiff, pure sh**, four blunts in one b**h [Meech] Bodies in the basement [Juice] Homicide cases [Meech] Prophesize about multiplying pot like we makers [Juice] Hater, you ain't on like the Lakers I know I'm wrong but we don't go back to slave ships Smif-n-Wesson, one bullet [Meech] Your pick Third leg, I be putting it in your b**h Rhyme like Life After d**h had a fourth disk [Juice] Rhyme like All Eyez On Me times four sh** Park place, sheet pins, smoking at the ball game Scott bucks up top only when the Knicks play [Meech] Smif-n-Wesson 500, OG and a switch blade Before you cross a dead motherf**er, look both ways [Juice] Motherf**er, look both ways [Meech] Motherf**er, look both ways Camouflage dons, camouflage dons