1800 Campers lyrics

[Intro]
Y'all n*ggas be shooting from the distance and sh*t
Y'all gotta get up close with him
Y'all gotta be on one-on-one combat
Y'all n*ggas be shooting from the distance
I don't know what the f*ck y'all n*ggas be on
Y'all gotta get up close, like, right up on him
I don't know what the f*ck y'all n*ggas on, y'all tripping, man
Yes, sir, green light, go, go
Yes, sir, green light, go, go
Yes, sir, green light, go, go

[Verse 1]
Y'all say Glocks fresh out the box but y'all still play with gens 3s
Pull up and start cooking sh*t, they thought this sh*t is sweet
If he fall then we cook him, b*tch, he say he couldn't see
I'm the n*gga with the fifty shot, oh, you don't remember me?
Man, lay low for who? Young should've ducked
They done gave the Campers switchеs, all the opps n*ggas f*cked
He triеd to run and then he tripped, pus*y, you ain't fast enough
He couldn't buy that for his b*tch because he ain't have enough
I hit him with the pound and have him walking like this
b*tch, it's 1800 Campers and we really run sh*t
Brodie talk like that because he really done sh*t
And he still doing sh*t and we still doing hits
We got stolen V's and stolen G's, we run from police
She get on her knees, she begging please that I never leave
I ain't tryna hear that sh*t, all that n*gga do is preach
And it's still free Lil 3, he always worked at backseat
n*ggas can't drive, when we blick, they start crashing
Did a drill on some cool sh*t, put on my glasses
n*ggas buy Amiris instead of buying ratchets
I hope you wear that Palm Angels inside your casket
Corona mask with the skelly on, yeah, that be me
Lil' bro gon' put them glasses on, come right at you in 3D
You heard about the last, left him flat like a TV
I'm all about the bag, I need the bag if you wanna see me
[Bridge]
n*ggas know what the f*ck going on
Big go, go
Yes, sir, yes, sir, yes, sir
Blrr, blrr, boaw

[Verse 2]
2021, you just started drilling, n*ggas rookies
You ain't slide for your dead guys, n*ggas pus*y
I don't give a f*ck if that's your brother, we gon' cook him
We gon' hit a n*gga in his hood, f*ck a hoodie
n*ggas hiding in the hood, man, you lil' boys is pussies
We gon' kill you and your man and the witness
b*tch, we the 1800 Campers with the switches
I don't give a f*ck about a man, we gon' get him