Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dwayne Richards
Dwayne Richards
Songwriter
Johanthan Talbert
Johanthan Talbert
Songwriter

Lyrics

(313 Mafia)
Camp Boyz, ****
Camp shit, Camp Guyz
It's ups and downs in this shit, fuck it, though
(StupidDog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard)
Ayy, shit ain't all good, ain't all bad
My bitch thick with no waist, she got all ass
Showin' what to do with that pape', what you call class
Knew how I want, ****, I don't need no hall pass
You give my name to the hoes and get on dog ass
When I was down on my dick, where was y'all at? (Where was you?)
A hundred racks on me now, ****, all cash (Racks)
Grab an eight, celebrate with a tall glass
We gettin' money and the hoes know that bitch facts
Bite her then break her down, shit, Kit-Kat
Your bitch starin' at my dick, you better lick that
Can't make love when we fuck, I don't kiss rats (Never)
We got on the boys' top, they ain't get back (Never)
Don't compare us to them **** that's a mismatch
She won't leave me 'lone, come and get your bitch back (Come get her)
Think she only fuckin' you? Bro, that's big cap (Cap)
Big racks, big blicks, we the big Camp (Camp Boyz)
Shit stop when I bust, she like to kidnap
I love this chop, I'ma name my son Fitsacks
I've been loadin' up this month, this my tenth strap
Rob a **** for his gun, get your blick back
Pop is light as hell, poured an eight, now this bitch black
'Wood full of cookie in my lungs, blowin' big Thrax
Kill an opp, then spin that bitch again and get the whip wrapped
I'll send a reaper to your door if I ever got a problem
He keep braggin' 'bout some money, but ain't seen a hundred thousand
I ain't wanna take it all off, I hit his bitch and boxed her
I ain't want her in my call log, I hit the bitch and blocked her
Hellcats and Trackhawks, see the whip the fastest
We could have a one-on-one with hoes, let's see who bitch the baddest
Let's see if you a ho or not, who up they blick the fastest?
Louis drippin', bought the Gucci bomber, we don't do the Balis
Hop out in Dior, we on Rodeo, let's go trip in Cali
Fly to the A, matter fact, let's go to New York
Be done saw a quarter million cash, bae, they hop out the porch (StupidDog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard)
If she ain't tryna hit her knees, then she can hit the door
Pull it out the oven, this bitch hot like a sauna floor
Cut into a **** for no reason, I'm just tryna horse
Bitch-ass ****, yeah
Catch an opp out in traffic, I'm just tryna horse, ****
Camp World, ****, Camp Guyz, ****, Camp shit
Y'all **** zombie hoes, always tryna
Written by: Dwayne Richards, Johanthan Talbert
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