"CAMELOT" lyrics
W-with my brothers like the mob, swangin' dope and pistol whippin'
Fu-fu-fuckin' with me, leave your body up inside this spliff
G-got some dope inside my lungs, hold my breath, I'm tired of livin'
I ain't sold my soul to no man, no man, I cannot get with it
I cannot, I can, I-I cannot
Bitch, I'm bumpin' through your bitches speakers like I own the spot
I own a lot, I-I own a lot, I own a lot
Swing my sword in July, we posted up at Camelot (Camelot)
We lift 'em like a [?], after seven what I'm reppin'
I don't give no fucks about no pussy, bitch, so keep it steppin'
Ain't no talk about no paper, then I'm gone
When I wake up, get my dick sucked, then I hit the road
Hit the road, white gold on my teeth
Light show when I'm leavin', old hoes wanna see
I'm a pro 'bout my money, God knows how I eat
Hot as fuck when them readers speakin' slow, but I breathe
W-with my brothers like the mob, swangin' dope and pistol whippin'
Fu-fu-fuckin' with me, leave your body up inside this spliff
G-got some dope inside my lungs, hold my breath, I'm tired of livin'
I ain't sold my soul to no man, no man, I cannot get with it
I cannot, I can, I-I cannot
Bitch, I'm bumpin' through your bitches speakers like I own the spot
I own a lot, I-I own a lot, I own a lot
Swing my sword in July, we posted up at Camelot (Camelot)
U-under pressure, can't you tell? I take a whole QP to the mail— to the mail
[?] if you're hard to handle
I'm in the cut like a [?] medical, I like your ho, might stretch like elastic
Look like Ms. Incredible, switched up live, bro, you are not credible
O-only talk racks, you don't know where the decimal, puff so much, can't see, need a reticle
B-b-b-bitch kickin' dust so fast because I put the paper, the blue on a pedestal
I get paid for the bag while relaxin', you spent your last check at Dollar General
If you're not with us, he ain't lastin', not with— not with us, he ain't lastin'
W-with my brothers like the mob, swangin' dope and pistol whippin'
Fu-fu-fuckin' with me, leave your body up inside this spliff
G-got some dope inside my lungs, hold my breath, I'm tired of livin'
I ain't sold my soul to no man, no man, I cannot get with it
I cannot, I can, I-I cannot
Bitch, I'm bumpin' through your bitches speakers like I own the spot
I own a lot, I-I own a lot, I own a lot
Swing my sword in July, we posted up at Camelot (Camelot)
Fu-fu-fuckin' with me, leave your body up inside this spliff
G-got some dope inside my lungs, hold my breath, I'm tired of livin'
I ain't sold my soul to no man, no man, I cannot get with it
I cannot, I can, I-I cannot
Bitch, I'm bumpin' through your bitches speakers like I own the spot
I own a lot, I-I own a lot, I own a lot
Swing my sword in July, we posted up at Camelot (Camelot)
We lift 'em like a [?], after seven what I'm reppin'
I don't give no fucks about no pussy, bitch, so keep it steppin'
Ain't no talk about no paper, then I'm gone
When I wake up, get my dick sucked, then I hit the road
Hit the road, white gold on my teeth
Light show when I'm leavin', old hoes wanna see
I'm a pro 'bout my money, God knows how I eat
Hot as fuck when them readers speakin' slow, but I breathe
W-with my brothers like the mob, swangin' dope and pistol whippin'
Fu-fu-fuckin' with me, leave your body up inside this spliff
G-got some dope inside my lungs, hold my breath, I'm tired of livin'
I ain't sold my soul to no man, no man, I cannot get with it
I cannot, I can, I-I cannot
Bitch, I'm bumpin' through your bitches speakers like I own the spot
I own a lot, I-I own a lot, I own a lot
Swing my sword in July, we posted up at Camelot (Camelot)
U-under pressure, can't you tell? I take a whole QP to the mail— to the mail
[?] if you're hard to handle
I'm in the cut like a [?] medical, I like your ho, might stretch like elastic
Look like Ms. Incredible, switched up live, bro, you are not credible
O-only talk racks, you don't know where the decimal, puff so much, can't see, need a reticle
B-b-b-bitch kickin' dust so fast because I put the paper, the blue on a pedestal
I get paid for the bag while relaxin', you spent your last check at Dollar General
If you're not with us, he ain't lastin', not with— not with us, he ain't lastin'
W-with my brothers like the mob, swangin' dope and pistol whippin'
Fu-fu-fuckin' with me, leave your body up inside this spliff
G-got some dope inside my lungs, hold my breath, I'm tired of livin'
I ain't sold my soul to no man, no man, I cannot get with it
I cannot, I can, I-I cannot
Bitch, I'm bumpin' through your bitches speakers like I own the spot
I own a lot, I-I own a lot, I own a lot
Swing my sword in July, we posted up at Camelot (Camelot)
