Camelot (feat. Yo Gotti, BlocBoy JB & Moneybagg Yo) [Remix]

[Intro: NLE Choppa]
Yeah (What? Huh? Huh?)
FreshDuzIt (Da-da, da-da-da-da)
Yeah (Da-da, da, da-da) , huh? Huh? Huh?
[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
I aint gon say too much when a nigga speakin on that hot shit (Yeah)
**** the police cause them bitches aint gon stop shit (They aint stoppin shit)
Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin popped quick (Huh? Huh? Yeah)
Flyest nigga in the game, yeah, Im a cockpit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah)
Posted on Camelot with a hundred-some shottas (Shottas)
I be swimmin with the sharks, lil nigga, you a lobster (Lobster)
Bullets heat a nigga up, like he eatin on some pasta (Some pasta)
And shout out to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas (Yeah, yeah, rrah)
[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
My niggas trappin out the bando, shout out to the Migos (The Migos)
If a nigga knock wrong, shoot him through the peephole (Yeah, yeah, brrah)
The trap always open, bitch, we aint never closed (Never closed)
We movin them packs and we movin them kilos
Step one, step two, do my dance in this bitch (Huh? Huh?)
Got a hundred-some drums like a band in this bitch (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Man, she keep on bitchin, all that naggin and shit (All that naggin and shit)
Ho, shut the **** up and just gag on this dick (Yeah, yeah)
Im a side nigga, and I love when she swallow
If a nigga say something, hit him with a hollow
That Glizzy (Yeah), knock your meat out your taco (Your taco)
Flexin onthese bitches, they call me Johnny Bravo
School of hard knocks (Yeah), let me take you to class
My bitch is real skinny, but she got a lot of ass
I love counting money, I get a lot of cash
If you try to take it from me, his toe gon have a tag
[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
I aint gon say too much when a nigga speakin on that hot shit
**** the police cause them bitches aint gon stop shit
Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin popped quick
Flyest nigga in the game, yeah, Im a cockpit
Posted on Camelot with a hundred-some shottas
I be swimmin wit the sharks, lil nigga, you a lobster
Bullets heat a nigga up, like he eatin on some pasta
And shout out to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas
[Verse 2: BlocBoy JB]
I aint gon say too much, really, I been posted on some Bloc shit (Bloc shit)
Gang member, but they got a nigga in the moshpit (Word)
Blue faces all in my pocket, check how I mop shit (Crip)
I drop shit, opps see me in person, change the topic
Im on Camelot with Choppa, we got choppers (Woah)
No Burger King but we gon whop it, you wont make it to the doctor (Rrah, rrah, doon-doon-doon)
You know Im married to the cake, I need a bitch like Betty Crocker (Betty Crocker)
Try to rob me, thats a nada (Nada)
No OVO, I got the Drac in this Impala (Drizzy)
Im in LA kicking shit with Mr. Morgan (Hah)
You aint gettin money, nigga, then youre boring (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just called the hit and told my niggas kick your door in (Door in)
They twenty deep, we thirty deep, no backup, bring some more in
[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
Who am I ? (Huh?), Big Gotti (Yeah), for the record, Im worth fifty mil, boy
All my lil homies millionaires and my whole cityll kill for me
Camelot (Lot), my bitch scam a lot (Swipe)
CMG, this shit gangster, respect it like we Rap-A-Lot (Beep)
In the kitchen with the pot, Im on Sunset in a drop (Skrrt)
Half a mil, Richard Mille, thats a crib on the watch
Money high like helicopters, niggas play and we gon chop em
Her ass fat, thats from the doctor, NLE, thats my lil partner (Yeah)
[Verse 4: Moneybagg Yo]
Been breaking bitches, call me Moneybagg Pimpin (Big Bagg)
Hit it, then skate, Im a black Bart Simpson (Skrrt)
Lambo doors up in the middle of the trenches ( North)
Breaking down pounds, losing weight, Im slimmin (Work out)
Bread Gang business, we got loafs, you keep the crumbs (Bum)
Reaching for my charm, that Draco knock off your arm (Brr)
Inhalin all the smoke, **** what its doing to my lungs
My lil Philly bitch so messy, Im through ****in with that jawn
[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
I aint gon say too much when a nigga speakin on that hot shit
**** the police cause them bitches aint gon stop shit
Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin popped quick
Flyest nigga in the game, yeah, I'm a cockpit
Posted on Camelot with a hundred-some shottas
I be swimmin wit the sharks, lil nigga, you a lobster
Bullets heat a nigga up, like he eatin on some pasta
And shout out to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas