Smoke lyrics

[Chorus: Elcammgguod]
Cammy, I'm a demon, ain't sh*t sweet with me
I be posted up on Tyre, you don't want no smoke with me
I did a drenching with this Rambo knife, I'll have to wipe it clean
And I stand on what I say, I ain't going in between
So many knives up in my gaf, it's so hard to pick a favourite
Anglo Arms, Jack Pyke, Morakniv or the Gerber
Big ass Schrade a hawk em down, and leave his body on the pavement
Forensic tents outside your gaf, I swear that sh*ts my entertainment

[Verse 1: Elcammgguod]
Put 8 inches in your boyfriend, then put 6 up in his burd
Have Tanko talking about flying my ass out to the States, like what's the word?
I'm a glory boy b*tch, all I know is turning up
You don't wanna play with me, I'm printing goofys onto shirts
Stack or starvе, need that money, fraud or fail
I swear my only outcomes in this lifе, is dead or in the jail
The posty thats my favourite plug, I'm getting packs in through the mail
I be getting money any weather, rain, snow or hail

[Chorus: Elcammgguod]
Cammy, I'm a demon, ain't sh*t sweet with me
I be posted up on Tyre, you don't want no smoke with me
I did a drenching with this Rambo knife, I'll have to wipe it clean
And I stand on what I say, I ain't going in between
So many knives up in my gaf, it's so hard to pick a favourite
Anglo Arms, Jack Pyke, Morakniv or the Gerber
Big ass Schrade a hawk em down, and leave his body on the pavement
Forensic tents outside your gaf, I swear that sh*ts my entertainment
[Verse 2: Smokedope2016]
My boy call me on the SAT phone, yeah
Hunter-Killers yeah we got drones (What?)
Turtle Beaches on my head bro, yeah
I can't hear you at my front door, yeah
Two months sober and I'm still testin' positive
Yellow soda, pink water, two pills I was vomiting
Yeah I feel like sh*t, had to get some Klonopin
Makin' plays in DC (Ayy), what's up in Washington?
Keep a bayonet like this sh*t is Vietnam
Viet-Cong, I be in the jungle with a f*ckin' bomb
b*tches trippin, up my Glock yeah my finger itchin'
Catch him at the chicken spot, turn him into spinach (Yeah)
My boy Cam got a Rambo in his pocket when he walkin'
Camzh World, yeah he poppin'
Got these goofies steady jockin', stealin' flows, pocket watchin'
They be gettin' the money, got the movement and the walk yeah
I just sold an oldhead a fake perc
I make plays up in my state, all around the earth
She said that she want a scammer, that she want a rapper
I just stole her credit cards, yeah I stole the Master
Visa too, went and copped me some new Flus
Flu Game 12s on my feet can't f*ck with you
I'm a real baller, Windmill, I'm a shot-caller
Shootin' from the four-pointer like a Globe Trotter