Yung Killa Camp lyrics

[Intro]
(Chapo)

[Chorus]
Yeah, n*gga, 12 get behind me, n*gga, don't say nothin', n*gga, 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, f*ck n*gga, boy, you was doubting me
Wet his block up like water fountains
She suck good di*k 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, n*gga, no doubt
You gotta go too, n*gga, 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 sh*t, tote these TECs
Arab b*tch, she love suckin' di*k, but she wanna have sex
Third world sh*t, GL come in and cut your neck
Drew Glick mad at me 'cause these n*ggas ain't died yet (Drew Glick)
These boys been hidin', gotta find 'em just like Spy Kids
I need an M, boy, up that b*tch
n*gga ain't dumb, can't love no trick
Watch me massage, just love that stick
n*gga pop out right now, he gettin' hit
Five bodies gon' drop, that's half y'all clique
Make his ass throw up, man, this sh*t 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 sh*t
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, n*gga, f*ck they city hall
Stop all that gang sh*t, n*gga, cut it off
[Chorus]
Yeah, n*gga, 12 get behind me, n*gga, don't say nothin', n*gga, 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, f*ck n*gga, boy, you was doubting me
Wet his block up like water fountains
She suck good di*k 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, n*gga, no doubt
You gotta go too, n*gga, don't pout