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[intro]
n~gga
camp sh~t, n~gga, camp guys, camp world, dumb~ass n~ggas

[verse 1]
i’m a westside n~gga, i’m with thug n~ggas (baow)
that’s some n~ggas throwin’ fours, but they cuz k!llers
bump into my n~ggas on east 7, them my blood n~ggas (blood)
all i know is hustle, later on no drug dealers (yeah)
n~gga, you an opp, fn shootin’ out my cuz [?]
my b~tch mad my other b~tch say she in love with me
k!ll a n~gga, put him in my ‘wood, now my lungs finished
roll a [?], then i pass it, they be blood hitters (yeah)
i just seen 12, hit the corner, n~gga, spin the block
this b~tch bad, she mad as h~ll, i f~ck her like a thot
ten milli’ clutchin’, know them b~tches with us, tote fns and chops
[?] of a peanut b~tter bread, four of pop
thinkin’ with his d~ck, got some b~tches that’s gon’ send the drop
in this b~tch and put this b~tch in track, that’s when we see the cops
hundred thousand on me, let’s see gary, let’s go get a watch
thick b~tch, don’t even wanna f~ck, just wanna get the top

[verse 2]
h~ll nah, we can’t go in public, b~tch, we at the spot
d~mn, now i gotta play it smooth, face card hot
any n~gga that be tryna rob gon’ get a face shot
me and my n~ggas lit around this b~tch ’cause that case dropped
yeah, he in love with that ho, he be tryna save her
i can get you whacked around this b~tch while i’m smokin’ flavors
they too broke this b~tch in the hood, he gon’ wake the neighbors
boy, you broke as h~ll, can’t f~ck with me, you get minimum wage
i can’t even lie, my pocket full with some dead faces (d~mn)
we’ll take you from your whole family, some sad faces
blowin’ on some sh~t that get me high, but i be lookin’ asian
have some n~ggas run up in your crib like they doin’ maintenance
n~gga, you ain’t f~ckin’ with the camp, might as well face it
d~mn, my hands hurt, i need some help countin’ these dead faces
let him feel a ten milli’ since he think he crazy
i ain’t doin’ sh~t for free, b~tch, you gotta pay me
[verse 3]
she a skinny b~tch, got no ass, but she love shakin’
i’m a young n~gga, got more cake than a whole baker
what the f~ck you show your face for? you can’t show paper
we gon’ put the opps on rotation, man, ain’t no facin’
i know i can’t trust another ho, that sh~t so dangerous
rell got a glock on his side with a glow laser
opps doin’ all that ‘net wolfin’ and it don’t phase us
we gon’ follow him on his trail, and then go blaze him
i can do this sh~t on my own, don’t need no favors
i’ma beat her f~ckin’ back down, she got no ankles
all these n~ggas wanna rap now, i got no patience
when these n~ggas put they hat down, we gon’ show bankers
b~tch, i’m posted up in camp town, don’t share locations
tell your b~tch to put her head down, i’ll be so thankful
bro just poured an eight of red up in this for later
palm angels down to my socks, i can hold angels

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