Boosie Badazz, KT - Camaro lyrics

Stacks in my pocket, got the heater on deck
Cruisin through my city ain worried bout shit
Cuz im just ridin in my camaro
Blowin on that mojo

My hat to the front, got my seat laid back
Every block i hit i make the whole hood act
Cuz im just ridin in my camaro
Blowin on that mojo

I wake up call my nigga blake
Roll me up a blunt
Jump in my camaro hit the hood and stunt
Hat to the front gat on my lap
Ain worried bout a thang
20 grand up in my pocket in
My city im the mane
Everybody love that yellow thang wit
The rims to match
Should've saw them niggas eyes when
I jumped the fuckin track
Yellow polo im so fresh bigboi in that ss
Forty Glock in the vest no
Need to stress ain convicted
But my black ss the sickest real
Shit this ain no lie
Hustle hard and grind so i buy
Cars two at a time
Throwin twenties out the window to
The kids on the block
Everybody see me take pictures and jock
Bad bitches follow me beggin to swallow me
Big money big crib big diamond watch
Up on the steering wheel
Police give me thumbs up at
You like you cuttin up my car could fuck her
Plus imma superstar bruh

Stacks in my pocket, got the heater on deck
Cruisin through my city ain worried bout shit
Cuz im just ridin in my camaro
Blowin on that mojo

My hat to the front, got my seat laid back
Every block i hit i make the whole hood act
Cuz im just ridin in my camaro
Blowin on that mojo

Pocket full of money with my oakland A's hat
Throwback to match hat to the
Front like tacori hatch
Camaro shit i started that
Night time it light up in the
Inside that's when im loaded
I let my bitch drive
Got money so i be like fuck it
I drive it like a cutlass 2seater but
I ride 4 like it's a bucket
Im really thuggin
People takin pictures wit they camera phone
Don't think im all that but i know im on
Whole clic i-phone seat laid back
People like there go lil hatch
Chill out right now we shinnin people
Call that bitch a bumble bee
My black thang is batman
Makin them stacks man
You can hate it but watch yo
Ole lady come after me
Police won't capture me nigga please
Im gettin g's from baton rouge to overseas
You know imma star outfit match my car
Ghost behind me in that white thang
Grippin that forty tight mane

Stacks in my pocket, got the heater on deck
Cruisin through my city ain worried bout shit
Cuz im just ridin in my camaro
Blowin on that mojo

My hat to the front, got my seat laid back
Every block i hit i make the whole hood act
Cuz im just ridin in my camaro
Blowin on that mojo