Yung Killa Camp

Lyrics

[Intro] (Chapo) [Chorus] Yeah, nigga, 12 get behind me, nigga, don't say nothin', nigga, just shut your mouth Play with the mob, I'm uppin' that stick, best believe I'm goin' downtown You was the one that helped them send the blitz, so we gon' hold you accountable Oh, you want my money now, but back then, fuck nigga, boy, you was doubting me Wet his block up like water fountains She suck good dick like she got five mouths If he play with BL, then he know he go down Can't come in here, this the young killer camp I had sued my capo, I ain't lose my stamp We'll get you whacked, nigga, no doubt You gotta go too, nigga, don't pout [Verse] Real sticks on none of these drums, on none of these Glocks We ready to spark somethin' up, we ready to go out, whack shit, tote these TECs Arab bitch, she love suckin' dick, but she wanna have sex Third world shit, GL come in and cut your neck Drew Glick mad at me 'cause these niggas ain't died yet (Drew Glick) These boys been hidin', gotta find 'em just like Spy Kids I need an M, boy, up that bitch Nigga ain't dumb, can't love no trick Watch me massage, just love that stick Nigga pop out right now, he gettin' hit Five bodies gon' drop, that's half y'all clique Make his ass throw up, man, this shit get sick BL a vampire, man, I be with the hooligans Get what you give, but I ain't gon' give what I get I'ma flex what I got 'cause I never had shit Move like them goddamn bombs, they take down his ship Every strikes hit, ain't no misses Blowin' gas, I'm dozin' off off Xanny bars I probably will not make it far Just stay up upon Adderall Like to clench, bite like a damn dog All that smoke, you the one that called it off I'm just gon' blitz, I don't need no help at all Walk in they pit, nigga, fuck they city hall Stop all that gang shit, nigga, cut it off [Chorus] Yeah, nigga, 12 get behind me, nigga, don't say nothin', nigga, just shut your mouth Play with the mob, I'm uppin' that stick, best believe I'm goin' downtown You was the one that helped them send the blitz, so we gon' hold you accountable Oh, you want my money now, but back then, fuck nigga, boy, you was doubting me Wet his block up like water fountains She suck good dick like she got five mouths If he play with BL, then he know he go down Can't come in here, this the young killer camp I had sued my capo, I ain't lose my stamp We'll get you whacked, nigga, no doubt You gotta go too, nigga, don't pout