Warn Ur Camp

Here we go, here we go, here we go

Here we go, here we go

This ain't my first lit nigga, I done did this shit before

You ain't gonna tell me shit, this ain't my first rodeo

Nigga do all that fast talk, I'll fight and he die slow

I don't care when I'm at, I touch down pack, that bitch gon' go

How much I done spent, it past three days, I don't even know

Pack my bags up with three pairs of jeans, that's made by Chrome

Niggas don't even know you, niggas don't even know too

If I had to take a nigga life, they gon' try to call me stupid

But ho, you a slut, I be goddamn, I made my wife be you

Brunch, I keep your head up, pray for better days, that might be soon

J roll up with three, five, burning gas, but I'm good on fuel

I'ma give you three tries, for I ask you I like family fuel

Pussy nigga, I don't never call me burn, I ain't no kidding you

I just put my limits on, trust me, these ain't no regular shoes

I got access to your soul, trust me, I ain't no regular dude

If you ever bit my flow, pussy, you gotta pay your dues

I know lil' bro never was really like that ain't gon' do it to him

I ain't got no advice, but if you like me, you better bite your tongue

You come in a trap spot, entertainment what you want

He the hell, she tell that, she ain't ready to take that road

These nigga be capped out, and they cannot up no road

That nigga got smacked out, I don't wanna hear about your boyfriend

He get popped out, I just tryna get a couple, M like Papa Doc

I can even kiss, shout out to Spock, she like my favorite thing

He ain't never seen a 556, hit man this a go patty

They like right by you, I always on bullshit, I just need some sack

He gon' never put your hands on me, you know they be on top

Who you know, they get your hands on shit before it even drop

This a real life, and I'm 15, nigga, it can't fit a sock

Yeah, we at your door, we waitin', but you on here knock

Quit the hand up, phone up on these niggas, that ain't time I walk

Quit the hand up, phone up on these bitches that just want some yap

Bring her to the spot, just drop that nail, I ain't tryna yap

On the way to coming, blow your balka, bitch, go on your count

I got ten hos, I like four or five that I don't wanna count

Nigga, bring her bank into me, nigga, I'ma wipe your whole account

I already told her, "Little ho, I can't cuff, I don't even like how that sound"

Please, introduce me to your plug, I'ma take that nigga down

Yeah, introduce me to your hood, nigga, I'ma get around

I'm getting my nigga, everything good, I ain't got no reason to pout

Stomach hungry, I want this old green, but I ain't want no salad

Main reason I love me, I go to block, but 'cause that bitch vanished

I don't know how hell I hit it, ho, she barely don't speak Spanish

Walk out my line, ballin' back to back like when you playin' tennis

Nigga, stop that cap and then y'all rush, that shit don't fit your image