Camelot (feat. Yo Gotti, BlocBoy JB & Moneybagg Yo) [Remix]

Yeah What Huh Huh FreshDuzIt Da-da, da-da-da-da Yeah Da-da, da, da-da, huh Huh Huh Chorus: NLE Choppa 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 Verse 1: NLE Choppa 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 Chorus: NLE Choppa 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 Verse 2: BlocBoy JB 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 Verse 3: Yo Gotti 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 Verse 4: Moneybagg Yo 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 Chorus: NLE Choppa 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