I Can’t Call It lyrics

[Intro: $camaurion]
72, ayy, 72
Start that, yeah, from the
Fresh out the gate with it
(Ayy, Envy, make me one)
f*ck

[Verse 1: $camaurion]
b*tch, it's big 72, I'm feeling rude as hell
b*tch, I got all rude on shoes, YSL
Boy, you couldn't even f*ck with me back in the Pelle Pelle
(Gang up from when the n*gga sick, he couldn't bail)
(n*gga sipping yellow lean, sick you came snail)
sh*t, I'm in Portland, Dame Lillard, left a flame trail
It's a couple n*ggas I don't f*ck with, but they all dead
b*tch, I'm at the set, I'm in the mall shopping for fall sh*t
They like, "$cam, what you been on?", I can't call it
Feds say I was sliding in the stores, I don't recall sh*t
I asked your b*tch, do shе know some French? I'm in Burberry Brit
I told Tron, "Wе can't trust sh*t, we might just send a blitz"

[Chorus: $camaurion]
They like, "$cam, what you been on?" I can't call it
They like, "$cam, what you been on?" I can't call it
(They like, "$cam, what you been on?" I can't call it)
Feds say I was sliding in the stores, I don't recall sh*t
They like, "$cam, what you been on?" I can't call it
They like, "$cam, what you been on?" I can't call it
(They like, "$cam, what you been on?" I can't call it)
Feds say I was sliding in the stores, I don't recall sh*t
[Verse 2: BabyTron]
I don't recall it (Brrt)
b*tch said we f*cked once, I don't recall it (Phew)
Said he balled on the team, I don't recall it
Big boss, lil' dog think he out here saucing
I'm the one that taught him
Put him in a coffin, (sh*t) put the nails on it
I can't even trust him, back in school, he tattletaled on me
I just scored on some hidden juice, I'm an Act' zombie
Got that one compartment, if they flick me, I'ma stash Glocky
I got pull from Ann Arbor down to Benton Harbor
This a Futurama '23, we out here bending Chargers (Skrrt)
Fiends arriving at the kennel, but they had a fent' departure
Deep end baby, divin' in, I ain't test the water (Splash)

[Verse 3: $camaurion & BabyTron]
They like, "$cam, what you been on?" I can't call it
They like, "$cam, what you been on?" I can't call it
They like, "Tron, what you been on?", I can't call it
b*tch, it's the Militia, every pocket full of dog sh*t
Don't ask how many lines I sipped, I'ma plead the fifth
Don't even try to ride this wave, bet your sink gon' ship
This pint of Act' I got was hard to find, on some Nemo sh*t
I'm laggin' off the Yerkys, couldn't roll, got a pre-roll lit
I'm balling in my jersey on the site, 'bout to free throw it
Caught an opp, feeling good in the hood, I'm finna Debo him
You catch your b*tch up in my crib, you know she deepthroating
You catch us with some sticks, they glitch, we be cheat coding
[Chorus: $camaurion & BabyTron]
They like, "$cam, what you been on?" I can't call it
They like, "$cam, what you been on?" I can't call it
They like, "$cam, what you been on?" I can't call it
b*tch, it's the Militia, every pocket full of dog sh*t
They like, "$cam, what you been on?" I can't call it
They like, "$cam, what you been on?" I can't call it
They like, "$cam, what you been on?" I can't call it
b*tch, it's the Militia, every pocket full of dog sh*t