CAMEL (feat. $hinji & TrickyRick)

Almost got pulled over, but the cop couldn't stop me Broke ass nigga, buying shit from the swap meet Run up in your house, got us looking like a SWAT team Mackin on your bitch, she out here tryna fuckin' top me Tryna fuckin' top me, damn she getting freaky Askin where she is, she out here with me every weekend She gon' ride up on me, she gon' f*ck me till the weekend Fucking with the red lights, got the bed creaking Bitch buying clothes, but can't pay her rent Buy a condom, nigga, or pay for a kid I be off the drugs, family say I look sick Got three bitches in the back of the whip Lungs hurt, it's critical, I feel it in my ribs All yo bitches drooling, better get they ass a bib Captive and World Full of Evil, that's my fit You ain't rocking that shit, then, nigga, you don't exist F*ck with me, nigga, I'll put you on my list Get yo ass blasted by hitters when I'm rich Stomped out by karma, nigga, ain't that a bitch? Nigga, where your money? In the toilet with my shit In the toilet with my shit, you niggas is hella nasty Pull up with the sticks like a nigga playing Tom Clancy Automatic, I got the fits that look hella fancy In a Wraith, or a big body Benz, you can't pass me Got em running like a track meet Ain't no rat, but I stack cheese Clothing brand up on the way, cause you niggas be sellin whack tees Minivan all up on my hip, I keep me a big piece Niggas shit-talking, they breath be smelling like feces Shut the f*ck up, I ain't ask for your two cents 405 to 710, nigga I'm cruising They ask me how a nigga so buff, without juicing You just want my money, you don't love me, love my music In the big body whip, got it jumping I'm getting turnt, we thinking nun of it Popping all these percs, I can feel it in my stomach Bitch, hella nervous, why the f*ck you hella rushing Bang-ass bullets like that shit came from Russia Big-ass clips, we don't do no discussion Same-ass clique, up the blick, get to bussin Ever since a jit with the bands, I've been crushing Body stay big all the time, like the Calibur Stay getting money, getting paid on the regular Hit him in the spine, now that boy a fucking vegetable Touching all these niggas with these bullets, they don't register I'm in the mother-fucking jungle, where my sniper at? Finna get a drop on his ass, where we find him at? Finna send them missiles over there, we don't write him back Niggas stay selling all the time, we can buy it back Had to re-up off the plug, hit the interstate Never show up, bitch, no love, don't communicate Only put your trust in ya blood, what my niggas say Finna put my trust, in my gun, just to keep me safe Finna go check out the spot, cause you never know 007 with the blick, a true professional We can get you hooked real quick, like it's fentanyl Bad lil' vibe, yeah she came straight from Mexico