Camelot (Explicit)

Market Robbery (Explicit) - Slaps Moderator

Lyrics by：Bryson Potts/Darzell Triplett

Yeah

Fresh DuzIt

Yeah

Huh huh huh

I ain't gon' say too much when a n***a speakin' on that hot s**t

F**k the police 'cause them b***hes ain't gon' stop s**t

Oppositions mad if they play they gettin' popped quick

Flyest n***a in the game yeah I'm a cockpit

Posted on Camelot wit' a hunnid some' shots

I be swimmin' wit' the sharks lil' n***a you a lobster

Bullets heat a n***a up like he eatin' on some pasta

And shoutout to Kingston I keep me some Rastas

My n***as trappin' out the bando shoutout to the Migos

If a n***a knock wrong shoot him through the peephole

The trap always open b***h we ain't never closed

We movin' them packs and we movin' them kilos

Step one step two do my dance in this b***h

Got a hunnid some' drums like a band in this b***h

Mane she keep on b***hin' all that n***a and s**t

H*e shut the f**k up and jus' gag on this dick

I'm a side n***a and I love when she swallow

If a n***a say something hit him wit' a hollow

That glizzy knock ya meat out ya taco

Flexin' on these b***hes they call me Johnny Bravo

School of hard knocks let me take you to class

My b***h is real skinny but she got a lot of a*s

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 n***a speakin' on that hot s**t

F**k the police 'cause them b***hes ain't gon' stop s**t

Oppositions mad if they play they gettin' popped quick

Flyest n***a in the game yeah I'm a cockpit

Posted on Camelot wit' a hunnid some' shots

I be swimmin' wit' the sharks lil' n***a you a lobster

Bullets heat a n***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 n***a chills like I work at Baskin-Robbins

I love Batman but a young n***a robbin'

Firework show 'cause my n***as get to sparklin'

I'm a hothead I'll crash any second

He speakin' on who

Send his b***h a*s to heaven

Extended clips when we tote them MAC-11's

My n***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 I ain't never sang

You know I'm Shotta Fam always gotta rep the gang

He kept on dissin' so a n***a had to snatch his brain

Had to snatch his brain

Had to snatch that n***a brain

I had to snatch his brain

Had to snatch that n***a brain

I had to make it rain

Make that mothaf**ka' rain

R Kelly let that f**kin' choppa sing yeah

Make it sing