Camelot (feat. Yo Gotti, BlocBoy JB & Moneybagg Yo) [Remix]

Yeah (What? Huh? Huh?)

Freshduzit (da-da, da-da-da-da)

Yeah (da-da, da, da-da), huh? Huh? Huh?

I ain't gon' say too much when a ** speakin' on that hot ** (yeah)

** the police 'cause them ** ain't gon' stop ** (they ain't stoppin' **)

Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick (huh? Huh? Yeah)

Fliest ** in the game, yeah, I'm a cockpit (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Posted on Camelot with a hundred-some shottas (shottas)

I be swimmin' with the sharks, lil' **, you a lobster (lobster)

Bullets heat a ** up, like he eatin' on some pasta (some pasta)

And shout out to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas (yeah, yeah)

My **s trappin' out the bando, shout out to the Migos (the Migos)

If a ** knock wrong, shoot him through the peephole (yeah, yeah, brrah)

The trap always open, **, we ain't never closed (never closed)

We movin' them packs and we movin' them kilos

Step one, step two, do my dance in this ** (huh? Huh?)

Got a hundred-some drums like a band in this ** (bap, bap, bap, bap)

Man, she keep on **in', all that naggin' and ** (all that naggin' and **)

Ho, shut the ** up and just gag on this ** (yeah, yeah)

I'm a side **, and I love when she swallow

If a ** say something, hit him with a hollow

That Glizzy (yeah), knock your meat out your taco (your taco)

Flexin' on these **, they call me Johnny Bravo (bap, bap, bap, bap, bap)

School of hard knocks (yeah), let me take you to class

My ** is real skinny, but she got a lot of **

I love counting money, I get a lot of cash

If you try to take it from me, his toe gon' have a tag

I ain't gon' say too much when a ** speakin' on that hot **

** the police 'cause them ** ain't gon' stop **

Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick

Fliest ** in the game, yeah (bitch), I'm a cockpit

Posted on Camelot with a hundred-some shottas

I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil' **, you a lobster

Bullets heat a ** up, like he eatin' on some pasta

And shout out to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas

I ain't gon' say too much, really, I been posted on some Bloc ** (Bloc **)

Gang member, but they got a ** in the mosh-pit (word)

Blue faces all in my pocket, check how I mop ** (Crip)

I drop **, opps see me in person, change the topic

I'm on Camelot with Choppa, we got choppers (whoa)

No Burger King but we gon' whop it

You won't make it to the doctor (rrah, rrah, doon-doon-doon)

You know I'm married to the cake

I need a ** like Betty Crocker (Betty Crocker)

Try to rob me, that's a nada (nada)

No OVO, I got the Drac' in this Impala (Drizzy)

I'm in LA kicking ** with Mr. Morgan (ha)

You ain't gettin' money, **, then you're boring (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I just called the hit and told my **s kick your door in (door in)

They twenty deep, we thirty deep, no backup, bring some more in

Who am I? (Huh?), Big Gotti (yeah)

For the record, I'm worth fifty mil', boy

All my lil' homies millionaires and my whole city'll kill for me

Camelot ('lot), my ** scam a lot (swipe)

CMG, this ** gangster, respect it like we Rap-A-Lot (beep)

In the kitchen with the pot, I'm on Sunset in a drop (skrrt)

Half a mil', Richard Mille, that's a crib on the watch

Money high like helicopters, **s play and we gon' chop 'em

Her ** fat, that's from the doctor, NLE, that's my lil' partner (yeah)

Been breaking **, call me Moneybagg pimpin' (big Bagg)

Hit it, then skate, I'm a black Bart Simpson (skrrt)

Lambo' doors up in the middle of the trenches (North)

Breaking down pounds, losing weight, I'm slimmin' (work out)

Bread Gang business, we got loafs, you keep the crumbs (bum)

Reaching for my charm, that Draco knock off your arm (brr)

Inhalin' all the smoke, ** what it's doing to my lungs

My lil' Philly ** so messy, I'm through **in' with that jawn

I ain't gon' say too much when a ** speakin' on that hot **

** the police 'cause them ** ain't gon' stop **

Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick

Fliest ** in the game, yeah (bitch), I'm a cockpit

Posted on Camelot with a hundred-some shottas

I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil' **, you a lobster

Bullets heat a ** up, like he eatin' on some pasta

And shout out to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas