Music Video
Blac Youngsta - Heavy Camp Ft. Travis Scott (Audio)
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blac Youngsta
Vocals
Travis Scott
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sammie Benson
Songwriter
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Ronald LaTour
Songwriter
John Julian
Songwriter
Brock Korsan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cardo
Producer
Jimmy Cash
Mixing Engineer
Stan Greene, Jr.
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Ah-ah, ah (yeah)
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Yeah, woah, drop a six, make me trip (it's lit)
Woah, for my dawg, hit a lick (straight up)
Woah, Heavy Camp with the clique (alright), woah
Uh, uh, uh, Juvenile off the mix (yah)
Ayy, break it down, make it dip (yeah-eah)
Ayy, off top, off the rip (yeah-eah), ayy (ooh)
I won't forget how they shitted on me (ooh)
How they quitted on me (ayy, ah-ah, ooh)
Uh, uh, uh
All these hundreds on me, I be runnin' to that money
Nothin' but gunnas 'round me, I be runnin' with them gunnas (straight up, it's lit)
Fuck it up, bitch called my phone trippin', I hung up
I'ma fire this bitch if you run up
Everybody 'round me gettin' some money
I'll slide out for my dawgs, and I'm sellin' dope 'til the sun up
And I'm glad I found you, I'm glad I found you, I'm glad I found you
Glad I found you, glad I found you, glad I found you
Yeah (ayy), drop a six, make me trip (it's lit)
Woah, for my dawg, hit a lick (straight up)
Woah, Heavy Camp with the clique (alright), woah
Uh, uh, uh, Juvenile off the mix (yah)
Ayy, break it down, make it dip (yeah-eah)
Ayy, off top, off the rip (yeah-eah), ayy (ooh)
Wrist, Patek, .40 layin' on the set
I eat, you eat, told my nigga we gon' eat
I ain't gotta stand in front of grandma's house to sell dope 'cross the street no more
Shout out everybody ever hated on me or they turned their back on me before
Fire shots, I'ma fire back (uh)
Lie to me, I'ma lie back (uh)
Two wrongs, don't make a right
I don't give a fuck about that
(Uh, uh, uh, uh) they mad 'cause I'm rich (uh, uh)
I might go and fuck my hater's bitch
Whole lot of ice on my wrist (yeah)
For my dawg, I'll hit a lick
And I'm glad I found you, I'm glad I found you, I'm glad I found you
Glad I found you, glad I found you, glad I found you
Yeah (ayy), drop a six, make me trip (it's lit)
Woah, for my dawg, hit a lick (straight up)
Woah, Heavy Camp with the clique (alright), woah
Uh, uh, uh, Juvenile off the mix (yah)
Ayy, break it down, make it dip (yeah-eah)
Ayy, off top, off the rip (yeah-eah), ayy
Ah-ah, ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ooh
I won't forget how they shitted on me (straight up)
How they quitted on me (straight up)
Ah, ooh
Writer(s): Jacques Webster, Sammie Benson, Brock Korsan, Ronald Latour
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