Marc Jay & Yung Simi - Camera Time
Chopin shit, niggas poppin off but they ain't poppin shit
All my niggas in this bish
Might split ya wig like parliament
I'll admit, I came with gang a couple accomplices
Throw it in the pot and when it drop
I'm pop and locking it
Diamonds dancing pull up in that Tesla
Do the electric slide
Choppas make em dance
He had his chance, now bro it's hammertime
Studderin, ole school boy, studied him
I know his grammar fine
Open spots on the nightly news
If bro want camera time
Like sweat dripping
Boy I'm at his neck
Gimme that small AR I can run with
I don't do no techs
Ain't a word, caught em on the curb
Left his kuhmos wet
Left em in diaper, Peter's piper
Had to sumo that
New Japan, red dot on his flag
50 in the mag
100 in the drum, go bum dum dum
We don't ever lac
Ain't a toy, totting lay-z-boys
Way it lay it em back
Pray on my downfall like Jay Z boy
Guess they goin wait on that
BLM inside the double cup, im sipping activist
Give that perc a swirly and become one with the black abyss
Bad lil bish
Suck it while she humming to some roddy rich
Honest truth, nothing like a hood rat or a project bitch
Chopin shit, niggas poppin off but they ain't poppin shit
All my niggas in this bish
Might split ya wig like parliament
I'll admit, I came with gang a couple accomplices
Throw it in the pot and when it drop
I'm pop and locking it
Diamonds dancing pull up in that Tesla
Do the electric slide
Choppas make em dance
He had his chance, now bro it's hammertime
Studderin, ole school boy, studied him
I know his grammar fine
Open spots on the nightly news
If bro want camera time
I can not sleep
I close my eyes all I see is the devil Stay with the heat like I keep me a sweater
We took this trappin shit to a new level
I flooded my wrist
Look at the size of these rocks on top of the bezel
Foot on they necks, Fuck no I won't let up
He thought he was gangsta til he got with the metal
Swinging them locks goin federal
Pro with the switch i need a gold medal
Bitch give me what's under yo head
Grandma said you can have whatever you want in this life
Need 3-4 bitches to fill up the bed
Big ass draco done threw out my arm
The Clip on it as long as my leg
These hoes gon rip you apart
He got filled up with the lead
Better watch how you play it
Better watch what you saying
Don't take too much to backdoor a muhfucka
All it gon take is a lil bit of bread
Stop chasing the clout
Gun on my hip
Blunt in my mouth
Got a lock on the door
We kickin it down
Shit can get dirty
Down here in the south
They tried killing us out on Eastwood road
This money might bend but we never fold
BLM inside the double cup, im sipping activist
Give that perc a swirly and become one with the black abyss
Bad lil bish
Suck it while she humming to some roddy rich
Honest truth, nothing like a hood rat or a project bitch
Written by:
Marcus Helm Jr, Tyler Pendleton
Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Lyrics powered by Lyric Find