Bluzi Bythaway - Camoflauge

Young wavy
Bitch I'm gun crazy
Ask my young nigga
No fear
I gave back one eighty
Cause I ain't no dumb nigga
Fuck wit me
And it won't matter to me who fuck with you
Whole time
They playing fake gangster
We know what's up wit you
On live
They playing both sides
But don't want no problems
Same bullets that they had last year
They had last year they must be pole models
Big facts
Nine and three quarters these niggas big cap
Pissed on your little niggas grave come get your lick back
Wheelchairs
Yeah they stuck in wheelchairs I know they're tore out
We the reason they clicking up
We call it Co-op
This nigga bluzi tripping hard
Hold up
This nigga bluzi stay crashing out
He ain't got no top
Knowing I'm with all the smoke
Ugh
That's why he keeps on making little post
Yea he a whole cop
Why they even get bro started cause now he won't stop
On pops
These niggas need maintenance
Cause they some broke opps

Young shady
Get you done crazy
by my little nigga
Little nigga
Might pull up and face you
my snakes got real venom
Slums made me
Don't do no faking
I got real structure
Whole time they wanted me dead
But ain't gone kill nothing
On live they stay taking shots
But I don't feel none
Poured up a eight of that wok
And I just spilled some
Big facts
they don't apply pressure so I just sit back
Murda been dead since 2009
You ain't did shit back
Wheelchairs
Little niggas in wheelchairs I know they're tore out
All up in my DM's
Hollering bout he gone roll out
This Nigga must be sniffing hard
Hold up
You that I'm a fool with the shit
I told him roll up
Knowing I'm with all the smoke
Last time this Nigga slid
Swear to god he did the cheddar bob
Knowing I'm wit all the smoke
Whole time these niggas playing both sides we call it camouflage

Written by:
Jejuan Bradshaw

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