Camera

I'm a trapper not a dancer
I need a ghost I ain't have no one but Casper
We just met she still gone let me hit on camera
She drunk off Hennessy I got wok' in my Fanta
I know they envy me they see these bands I ran up
Seal em up then I ship them packs to Alabama
If not there them bitches goin' to Atlanta
I'm all about a buck you would've thought i lived in Tampa
They got some shitty ways some of these niggas need a pamper
I keep that fire bitch I play with sticks just like a camper
Too many problems, I think its time for me to get some answers
I don't know why they hate me I just know that shit be random
They said they had my back but they fronted I should've stabbed them
I'm tryna' count a million with my hands tied
You say you struggled with you's a damn lie

These days I cant get no sleep I'm like a vampire
I remember days I was broke I couldn't afford a liter
Me and my niggas roll with heat just like a fuckin' dryer
Aye bitch we ain't no fighters we tryna' send em skyward
We slidin in the beam I'm w my cuzzo' Skyler
In school I got A's and B's I coulda' been a scholar
I swear I ain't tryna' fuck if she don't meet my standards
She tryna' claim I'm not a man cause I don't got no manners

She still gone let me hit on camera
She drunk off Hennessy I got wok' in my Fanta
I know they envy me they see these bands I ran up
Seal em up then I ship them packs to Alabama
If not there them bitches goin' to Atlanta
I'm all about a buck you would've thought i lived in Tampa
They got some shitty ways some of these niggas need a pamper
I keep that fire bitch I play with sticks just like a camper
Too many problems, I think its time for me to get some answers
I don't know why they hate me I just know that shit be random
They said they had my back but they fronted I should've stabbed them
I'm tryna' count a million with my hands tied
You say you struggled with you's a damn lie



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Writer(s): Camren Cline
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