Camp Flow
I don't care what he did, I don't care what he sold,I don't care if that pussy nigga told
You can tell if he scared, you can tell if he a hoe,You can tell when a pussy gon' fold
I wasn't breakin' in that houses I was breakin' down ounces, Gram for gram whole 28, no scale
First time cashin' off for the pound, paid 2,800 For that bitch, had no smell
Pull up on a pussy on Front Street
My lil' dog eat him like lunch meat
Got the chopper ridin' with me in the front seat
Had a body when I bought it, it was dirt cheap
I put some work in the streets, it was dirt cheap
Niggas talkin' when they eatin', shit irks me
When I start the ball, niggas try to hurt me
I turned around at the door, he tried to search me
Pull up 100 deep like I'm Malcolm
My nigga got the dirty bricks, don't play for the Falcons
And he got them Vikings, he don't play for the Vikings
If unc don't get what he want, he scratchin' and fightin
Plottin' and schemin' with auntie double teaming
Waking up, fuckin' bitches, no I wasn't dreamin
Im talkin' R&B, bitches no I wasn't singin
I remember trappin' hard, but my phone wasn't ringin
Soon as I dropped the price a lil' bit, they eat it up
I'm basically givin' it to you nigga, how you ain't keepin' up
If you frontin' what I'm frontin', you gon' double up
It's a pandemic, nigga, you gotta muscle up
She like fuckin' on Sho, it keep her hustlin' up
You know if Sho fuckin' with her, she a hustler
I know if Sho seen with her, then he bustin' her
She know that Sho don't fuck with 12, he ain't cuffin' her
I don't do no pillow talkin', I don't do no talkin' down
I don't talk about another nigga to a hoe
I don't argue with the bitch, I don't bargain with the bitch
She gon' do what I say or she could hit the door
But she see me ballin' and shit, she know I'm havin' this shit
She gon' do what I say and hit the road
You too soft on the bitch, I be handlin' your bitch
She be suckin' my dick when I hit the dro
I don't never need a bitch, that's why I hate a needy bitch
I want a fuck that's understood before I meet the bitch
Don't fall for me, I don't do the Christmas gift
I'm tryna put your best friend on my Christmas list
She put me in the friend zone when I was there broke
Man, that shit wasn't funny like a bad joke
But I can't even blame her
I just wanna fuck one time for my dead locs
You can tell if he scared, you can tell if he a hoe,You can tell when a pussy gon' fold
I wasn't breakin' in that houses I was breakin' down ounces, Gram for gram whole 28, no scale
First time cashin' off for the pound, paid 2,800 For that bitch, had no smell
Pull up on a pussy on Front Street
My lil' dog eat him like lunch meat
Got the chopper ridin' with me in the front seat
Had a body when I bought it, it was dirt cheap
I put some work in the streets, it was dirt cheap
Niggas talkin' when they eatin', shit irks me
When I start the ball, niggas try to hurt me
I turned around at the door, he tried to search me
Pull up 100 deep like I'm Malcolm
My nigga got the dirty bricks, don't play for the Falcons
And he got them Vikings, he don't play for the Vikings
If unc don't get what he want, he scratchin' and fightin
Plottin' and schemin' with auntie double teaming
Waking up, fuckin' bitches, no I wasn't dreamin
Im talkin' R&B, bitches no I wasn't singin
I remember trappin' hard, but my phone wasn't ringin
Soon as I dropped the price a lil' bit, they eat it up
I'm basically givin' it to you nigga, how you ain't keepin' up
If you frontin' what I'm frontin', you gon' double up
It's a pandemic, nigga, you gotta muscle up
She like fuckin' on Sho, it keep her hustlin' up
You know if Sho fuckin' with her, she a hustler
I know if Sho seen with her, then he bustin' her
She know that Sho don't fuck with 12, he ain't cuffin' her
I don't do no pillow talkin', I don't do no talkin' down
I don't talk about another nigga to a hoe
I don't argue with the bitch, I don't bargain with the bitch
She gon' do what I say or she could hit the door
But she see me ballin' and shit, she know I'm havin' this shit
She gon' do what I say and hit the road
You too soft on the bitch, I be handlin' your bitch
She be suckin' my dick when I hit the dro
I don't never need a bitch, that's why I hate a needy bitch
I want a fuck that's understood before I meet the bitch
Don't fall for me, I don't do the Christmas gift
I'm tryna put your best friend on my Christmas list
She put me in the friend zone when I was there broke
Man, that shit wasn't funny like a bad joke
But I can't even blame her
I just wanna fuck one time for my dead locs
Credits
Writer(s): Raphael Thompson
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