[Intro]

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

(Who the hell is Carlo?)

Ayy

[Verse 1]

If you don't fuck with them, I don't fuck with you

Don't ask "Who am I?", who the fuck is you?

Bitch, me and my niggas ball, we don't fuckin' hoop

Talkin' crazy, lil' nigga, you ain't bulletproof (Bah, bah)

I got the bullet to prove it

Boy, this shit real life, he thinkin' it's music

Give that boy a lil' fade, he lookin' like Boosie

We sippin' Act', we on clips, this shit like a movie

She tryna make love, I told her fuck me like a groupie

I pull my dick out and tell her blow it like a loosie

Bring them sticks out, we got FNs, no Lucci

She put the wop on me 'cause I'm rockin' all Gucci

If anybody ask, bitch, we all Gucci

The opps see a trick, [?] try to [?] like what y'all doin'? Huh

Look at the score, nigga, y'all losin'

Fuck the bitch, pass her to bro, good ball movement

[Verse 2: StanWill]

Trippin' in the rental, fucked around, crashed the Honda Civic

OT settin' plays up, had to pop a vitch

Lil' Brodie work for Faygo, he be poppin' niggas

All I do is run a check up like a doctor visit

I ain't got no blue check but my check blue, bitch

Thirty round fuckers, every Glocky got a pool stick

I don't want no ghetto vibes, I only want a rude bitch

Four-nickel tucked, I ain't worried 'bout your two cents

Hellcats, Trackhawks, we gon' fast pace it

Hundred missed calls from my bitch, I've been sack chasin'

7.62s, boy, these bitches' back breakin'

SBDSM, we number one, the opps last placin'

Flashin' Benjies at her, got her jumpin' out her panties

Got a twenty ball in all dubs bustin' out my fanny

If it's up then it's stuck, put it on my granny

Boy, I know you sick that your bitch tryna fuck on Stanley

[Verse 3]

Nutted in an opp bitch, I'm tryna join a family

Sike, I'm lyin', I'm tryna kill a broke-ass baby daddy

Nigga ain't got five the cent, y'all paid that for the Addy

But let me hop up off that tip and show you how to stack it

Bitch, we them Camp boys, come see us in traffic

I see y'all tryna be the Camp, but this shit more than rappin'

He say we ran out of bags, it's more in the attic

He say we ran out of Bens, it's more in the stashes

Them niggas keep on dyin', they runnin' out of caskets

Got his mama screaming, "Why? Why it had to happen?"

'Cause your baby, he a bitch, and I had to blast him

Niggas was fans first 'fore they ever was static

I'll rather see me down before I get to rattin'

You will get up in that room and they ain't gotta ask you

Niggas over friendly, boy, niggas love chattin'

But it's cool, we catch him out and we gon' have to slatt him

[Outro]

(But it's cool, we catch him out and we gon' have to slatt him)

(Camp boys, Camp guys, nigga)

(What up, ShittyBoyz?)