CamSav - Chillin Flow

You wanna make some pape, you need to grab a better bow
Highs for the cheap, you can't beat this shit on the flow
Subi jeans, with the galley drip, I'm just chillin' though
I don't even gotta flex a gun, these lil' niggas know

Took my youngins to the block, I gave his ass a O
Niggas told me folksnem on some shit, I had to pass the lo
Tryna make me a lil' flip like Brody passed the dope
Lil' niggas on some bullshit, I gave his ass the go
If I stop sellin', what would my custos do
I got this shit that keep them calm, so they don't up on you
Chris told me these niggas actin' sick, so I'ma up on dude
Scam fam, just took us on a trip, time to re-up on food

Catch me on the south passin' out, but I ain't faint, nigga
Heres Cam they say my name, I'm walkin' in the bank nigga
Pour it out, you sippin' grape juice, that ain't no drank , nigga
We roll it up, they smell it through the bag, cause this shit stink, nigga

You wanna make some pape, you need to grab a better bow
Highs for the cheap, you can't beat this shit on the flow
Subi jeans, with the galley drip, I'm just chillin' though
I don't even gotta flex a gun, these lil' niggas know

Took my youngins to the block, I gave his ass a O
Niggas told me folksnem on some shit, I had to pass the lo
Tryna make me a lil' flip like Brody passed the dope
Lil' niggas on some bullshit, I gave his ass the go

Yeah, nigga, he tryna be like him
You can see my ears blingin' when the lights dim
We ain't even want his head, that's why the price slim
Niggas steady talkin' till they dead, just don't be like them

You ain't hit, well that's a big bummer
If we talk at Ps, I can get the get number
Bussin out the clip, I ain't shai, you catch big thunder
Playin' with your life in the dirt, we put that bitch under

Take a bitch to hit some plays, she ask me, could she ride
I told my other hoe, when I'm done trappin', baby, you could slide
Blow exotic on the way, you know we gettin' stupid fried
Hold up, I just caught another play the money never tired

My lil' bro known be beefin' with the opps and they don't never hide
They see us post up in the gig, we got them sticks and they don't never slide
Hold up, slow it down, he finna lose his guys
I don't need no niggas on my side, just watch me shoot and drive

Fuckin' with my white boys, cause they coppin' bows
My mans ask me for a bitch, he see me droppin' hoes
I'm tryna spark the wood up, she in here droppin' clothes
Caught a nigga lackin', leave em there like he stopped and posed

You wanna make some pape, you need to grab a better bow
Highs for the cheap, you can't beat this shit on the flow
Subi jeans, with the galley drip, I'm just chillin' though
I don't even gotta flex a gun, these lil' niggas know

Took my youngins to the block, I gave his ass a O
Niggas told me folksnem on some shit, I had to pass the lo
Tryna make me a lil' flip like Brody passed the dope
Lil' niggas on some bullshit, I gave his ass the go
Tss Sav, Bitch

Written by:
Cameron Brown

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