Camp Blood! Lyrics

M's I got motion on motion

She hit my phone with a call, I'ma poke it

Known sex symbol, I feel it she soakin

Sendin' shots, watch how I'ma tote it

Always take smoke to the max but no vapor

They get on camera and cap for the paper

I can't cap on feelings for a hater

Fuck with me, you meet ya maker

HA!

Blood on my shirt, man, this shit getting sick

Put six up, bitch, suck my dick

If it's a problem, we slide til' the fifth

Know I got motion, I will get you hit

All head taps watch your wig ah get split

Too much money to give it to a bitch

Can't trust a soul, anybody can switch

Bitches annoying like ticks, huh

When I chat, I snap like the app

She throw it back in the back of the bach

Know I get busy, I flex when I clap

Feelin' like Yaeger a Titan, I'm that

Finna up it man, these niggas all cap

You get Brandon on a track, then it slap

Watch how you talk, I put blood in your pack

Promise you niggas can't rap

Facts!

Camp B, I'm always boolin'

I'm doin' shit that nobody is doin

She throw it back, I'm comin', I'm pursuing

If the hoe getting old, then I'm renewin', huh

Bro act crazy, cause he pack the fire

You ah trust a hoe, then back the liar

I'm in her mouth like a pacifier

Preachin' the fire, a bloody choir

What's on my wrist, I can barely tell time

Too many bitches, elastic the line

Stretch out the bitch, know I'm her favorite kind

You get the block if you ask about my sign

Put double G on my belt

Sound like MJ, cause you bitches need help

Glove like MJ, I'ma make a hoe melt

Glove like OJ, evidence on the shelf, I did it

Antenna, she gon' feel it, standin' up cable

Standin' on shit, know I stay so stable

Dick in her stomach, feel it comin' like Abel

Know I get bread, I'ma get it no bagel

Jammin', make it

Numbers, never basic

Eren Yeager comin', I can't leave y'all waitin

Fire like the summer, I could never fake it

I'ma shooter rapper, bullets hit your favorite

Huh what?