[Intro: TRL JT]
Damn, Glo, you killed this one
313 Mafia
CampBoyz
TRL shit
[Verse 1: TRL JT]
Rolling up exotic pack, I be high as hell
Bitches know I’m in my bag, that shit ain’t hard to tell
Chrome Heart, Amiri jeans, I be fly as hell
I put all my hoes in Gucci, she like YSL
Nigga wrote a statement and got out, I know he tryna tell
Just got into it with my .9, that nigga popping 12
[Verse 2: TRL Ace]
Man, this bitch all on my dick just for hair and nails
Hurry up, bitch, you wasting time, I gotta make a sale
Oh, he out here ratting? Watch that nigga, he a show and tell
Just for that, let him eat a shell
Gang only carry slips, shout-out my nigga Rell
Brodie pour a lot of lines, he be sipping snail
[Verse 3: TRL JT]
Catch yo ass lacking with that, call him [?]
Tell that bitch to only call me when she see some M's
Thought we 'bout to start up, grab a pop, they 'bout to pour some drank
Bring my strap to dice, I’m popping if I lose some pape
Know my bitch designer real but her booty fake
Capper, please, you gotta say what you gon' do to Ace
[Verse 4: TRL Ace]
Damn, I think we got a problem, let me call baby Jay
Bitch, I only wanna fuck, you ain’t here to stay
Damn, this beat hard as hell, I shoulda called d8
Baby, watch out for the boys, baby, just in case
Nigga, I’m in a fast lane, we in a different pace
Bitch, I only wanna fuck, I ain’t tryna cake
[Verse 5: TRL JT & TRL Ace]
Sticky-ass hunnids in my pocket, this a lotta pape
My bitch don’t want me to leave but I ain’t tryna stay
Drop a hunnid shots on them niggas that be tryna hate
Somebody go and tell my oops they better play it safe
Slap that bitch in sport and do the dash, I’m tryna dodge the jakes
Hanging out the window with that bitch, you know I ride with apes
[Verse 6: TRL Ace]
I could shut a broke bitch mouth and up some bands on her
Up the FN, make that nigga run, he got some legs on 'em
You the type to back door yo mans for some Vans, won't you?
Nigga, I could sell that shit quick, I put my hands on it
[Verse 7: TRL JT]
Bitch tried to steal from me, I damn near put my hands on her
Once I fuck, I gotta pass, lil' bitch, my mans want you
Hold on, that's the MAG poking
This bitch ass fat as hell, a cup could stand on it
[Verse 8: TRL Ace]
Bitch, what you thought this was?
You cannot get shit, barely could get a hug
And she know I’m getting money, she say, “As you should”
If you speaking on the Camp, we in niggas' hoods
[Verse 9: TRL JT]
Pussy-ass nigga, what you on? I got my lil' cuz
Try to be a bully, now he caught all of the fucking slug
All this fucking dirty money on me, throw it in the tub
[Verse 10: TRL Ace & TRL JT]
Pussy, you don’t even need that stick, you ain’t gon' blow the gun
Dawg steady out here going broke, can’t control his funds
Thirty thousand on me, I might drop that shit in Golden Sun
Make another thirty, I might throw that shit back in the club
Man, you niggas be my sons
Plus you niggas broke as fuck and you can’t show a dub
Bitches out here showing love, my niggas out here pouring mud
I got something in the stash, I’m tryna show the plug
[Outro: TRL JT]
Nigga
CampBoyz, nigga
This shit the truth, nigga
Me and my niggas running shit, nigga, stepping on shit, nigga
CampBoyz, nigga, TRL shit, nigga
Youngest niggas tripping, man, nigga
CampBoyz, nigga