NLE Choppa - Camelot (Remix) (feat. Moneybagg Yo, BlocBoy JB, Yo Gotti) lyrics
NLE Choppa [Bryson Lashun Potts] Memphis, Tennessee. U.S.
[NLE Choppa - Camelot Remix feat. Moneybagg Yo, BlocBoy JB, Yo Gotti lyrics]
Yeah (What? Huh? Huh?)
FreshDuzIt (Da da, da da da da)
Yeah (Da da, da, da da) , huh? Huh? Huh?
I ain't gon' say too much when a nigga
Speakin' on that hot shit
(Yeah)
Fuck the police 'cause them bitches
Ain't gon' stop shit
(They ain't stoppin' shit)
Oppositions mad
If they play they gettin' popped quick
(Huh? Huh? Yeah)
Flyest nigga in the game, yeah
I'm a cockpit
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Posted on Camelot with a hundred-some shottas
(Shottas)
I be swimmin' with the sharks, lil' nigga
You a lobster
(Lobster)
Bullets heat a nigga up
Like he eatin' on some pasta
(Some pasta)
And shout out to Kingston
I keep me some Rastas
(Yeah, yeah, rrah)
My niggas trappin' out the bando
Shout out to the Migos
(The Migos)
If a nigga knock wrong
Shoot him through the peephole
(Yeah, yeah, brrah)
The trap always open, bitch
We ain't never closed
(Never closed)
We movin' them packs and
We movin' them kilos
Step one, step two, do my dance in this bitch
(Huh? Huh?)
Got a hundred-some drums like a
Band in this bitch
(Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Man, she keep on bitchin'
All that naggin' and shit
(All that naggin' and shit)
Ho, shut the fuck up and
Just gag on this dick
(Yeah! Yeah)
I'm a side nigga
And I love when she swallow
If a nigga say something
Hit him with a hollow
That Glizzy
(Yeah)
Knock your meat out your taco (Your taco)
Flexin' on these bitches
They call me Johnny Bravo
School of hard knocks
(Yeah) , 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 with a hundred-some shottas
I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil' nigga
You a lobster
Bullets heat a nigga up
Like he eatin' on some pasta
And shout out to Kingston
I keep me some Rastas
I ain't gon' say too much, really
I been posted on some Bloc shit
(Bloc shit)
Gang member
But they got a nigga in the moshpit
(Word)
Blue faces all in my pocket
Check how I mop shit
(Crip)
I drop shit, opps see me in person
Change the topic
I'm on Camelot with Choppa, we got choppers
(Woah)
No Burger King but we gon' whop it
You won't make it to the doctor
(Rrah, rrah, doon doon doon)
You know I'm married to the cake
I need a bitch like Betty Crocker
(Betty Crocker)
Try to rob me, that's a nada (Nada)
No OVO, I got the Drac' in this Impala
(Drizzy)
I'm in LA kicking shit with Mr morgan (Hah)
You ain't gettin' money, nigga
Then you're boring
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just called the hit and told
My niggas kick your door in
(Door in)
They twenty deep, we thirty deep, no backup
Bring some more in
Who am I?
(Huh?) , Big Gotti (Yeah) , for
The record, I'm worth fifty mil'
Boy
All my lil' homies millionaires and my
Whole city'll kill for me
Camelot ('Lot) , my bitch scam a lot (Swipe)
CMG, this shit gangster
Respect it like we Rap-A-Lot
(Beep)
In the kitchen with the pot
I'm on Sunset in a drop
(Skrrt)
Half a mil', Richard Mille
That's a crib on the watch
Money high like helicopters
Niggas play and we gon' chop 'em
Her ass fat, that's from the doctor, NLE
That's my lil' partner
(Yeah)
Been breaking bitches
Call me Moneybagg Pimpin'
(Big Bagg)
Hit it, then skate, I'm a black Bart Simpson
(Skrrt)
Lambo' doors up in the
Middle of the trenches
(North)
Breaking down pounds, losing weight
I'm slimmin'
(Work out)
Bread Gang business, we got loafs
You keep the crumbs
(Bum)
Reaching for my charm
That Draco knock off your arm
(Brr)
Inhalin' all the smoke
Fuck what it's doing to my lungs
My lil' Philly bitch so messy
I'm through fuckin' with that jawn
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 with a hundred-some shottas
I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil' nigga
You a lobster
Bullets heat a nigga up
Like he eatin' on some pasta
And shout out to Kingston
I keep me some Rastas
FreshDuzIt (Da da, da da da da)
Yeah (Da da, da, da da) , huh? Huh? Huh?
I ain't gon' say too much when a nigga
Speakin' on that hot shit
(Yeah)
Fuck the police 'cause them bitches
Ain't gon' stop shit
(They ain't stoppin' shit)
Oppositions mad
If they play they gettin' popped quick
(Huh? Huh? Yeah)
Flyest nigga in the game, yeah
I'm a cockpit
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Posted on Camelot with a hundred-some shottas
(Shottas)
I be swimmin' with the sharks, lil' nigga
You a lobster
(Lobster)
Bullets heat a nigga up
Like he eatin' on some pasta
(Some pasta)
And shout out to Kingston
I keep me some Rastas
(Yeah, yeah, rrah)
My niggas trappin' out the bando
Shout out to the Migos
(The Migos)
If a nigga knock wrong
Shoot him through the peephole
(Yeah, yeah, brrah)
The trap always open, bitch
We ain't never closed
(Never closed)
We movin' them packs and
We movin' them kilos
Step one, step two, do my dance in this bitch
(Huh? Huh?)
Got a hundred-some drums like a
Band in this bitch
(Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Man, she keep on bitchin'
All that naggin' and shit
(All that naggin' and shit)
Ho, shut the fuck up and
Just gag on this dick
(Yeah! Yeah)
I'm a side nigga
And I love when she swallow
If a nigga say something
Hit him with a hollow
That Glizzy
(Yeah)
Knock your meat out your taco (Your taco)
Flexin' on these bitches
They call me Johnny Bravo
School of hard knocks
(Yeah) , 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 with a hundred-some shottas
I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil' nigga
You a lobster
Bullets heat a nigga up
Like he eatin' on some pasta
And shout out to Kingston
I keep me some Rastas
I ain't gon' say too much, really
I been posted on some Bloc shit
(Bloc shit)
Gang member
But they got a nigga in the moshpit
(Word)
Blue faces all in my pocket
Check how I mop shit
(Crip)
I drop shit, opps see me in person
Change the topic
I'm on Camelot with Choppa, we got choppers
(Woah)
No Burger King but we gon' whop it
You won't make it to the doctor
(Rrah, rrah, doon doon doon)
You know I'm married to the cake
I need a bitch like Betty Crocker
(Betty Crocker)
Try to rob me, that's a nada (Nada)
No OVO, I got the Drac' in this Impala
(Drizzy)
I'm in LA kicking shit with Mr morgan (Hah)
You ain't gettin' money, nigga
Then you're boring
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just called the hit and told
My niggas kick your door in
(Door in)
They twenty deep, we thirty deep, no backup
Bring some more in
Who am I?
(Huh?) , Big Gotti (Yeah) , for
The record, I'm worth fifty mil'
Boy
All my lil' homies millionaires and my
Whole city'll kill for me
Camelot ('Lot) , my bitch scam a lot (Swipe)
CMG, this shit gangster
Respect it like we Rap-A-Lot
(Beep)
In the kitchen with the pot
I'm on Sunset in a drop
(Skrrt)
Half a mil', Richard Mille
That's a crib on the watch
Money high like helicopters
Niggas play and we gon' chop 'em
Her ass fat, that's from the doctor, NLE
That's my lil' partner
(Yeah)
Been breaking bitches
Call me Moneybagg Pimpin'
(Big Bagg)
Hit it, then skate, I'm a black Bart Simpson
(Skrrt)
Lambo' doors up in the
Middle of the trenches
(North)
Breaking down pounds, losing weight
I'm slimmin'
(Work out)
Bread Gang business, we got loafs
You keep the crumbs
(Bum)
Reaching for my charm
That Draco knock off your arm
(Brr)
Inhalin' all the smoke
Fuck what it's doing to my lungs
My lil' Philly bitch so messy
I'm through fuckin' with that jawn
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 with a hundred-some shottas
I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil' nigga
You a lobster
Bullets heat a nigga up
Like he eatin' on some pasta
And shout out to Kingston
I keep me some Rastas
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