NLE Choppa - CAMELOT lyrics

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NLE Choppa - CAMELOT lyrics

I ain't gon' say too much when a ni**a speakin' on that hot sh*t F*ck the police, 'cause them b*tches ain't gon' stop sh*t Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick Flyest ni**a in the game, yeah, I'm a co*kpit Posted on Camelot, wit' a hunnid some' shots I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil ni**a you a lobster Bullets hit a ni**a up, like he eatin' on some pasta And shoutout to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas My ni**as trappin' out the bando, shoutout to the Migos If a ni**a knock wrong, shoot him through the peephole The trap always open, b*tch we ain't never closed We movin' them packs and we movin' them kilos Step one, Step two, do my dance in this b*tch Got a hunnid some' drums like a band in this b*tch Mane she keep on b*tchin', all that naggin' and sh*t Hoe shut the f*ck up and jus' gag on this dick I'm a side ni**a, and I love when she swallow If a ni**a say something, hit him wit' a hollow That glizzy, knock ya meat out ya taco Flexin' on ya b*tch, they call me Johnny Bravo School of hard knocks, let me take you to class My b*tch 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 ni**a speakin' on that hot sh*t F*ck the police, 'cause them b*tches ain't gon' stop sh*t Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick Flyest ni**a in the game, yeah, I'm a co*kpit Posted on Camelot, wit' a hunnid some' shots I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil ni**a you a lobster Bullets hit a ni**a 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 ni**a chills like I work at Baskin-Robbins I love Batman, but a young ni**a robbin' Firework show, 'cause my ni**as get to sparklin' I'm a hot head, I'll crash any second He speakin' on who? Send his b*tch ass to heaven Extended clips, when we tote them Mac-11's My ni**as 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 'cause I'll never sang You know I'm Shotta Fam, I always rep the gang He kept on dissin' so a ni**a had to snatch his brain Had to snatch his brain (had to snatch that ni**a brain) I had to snatch his brain (had to snatch that ni**a brain) I had to make it rain (make that motha fu*ka rain) R. Kelly let that fu*kin' choppa sing, yeah (make it sing)