Camelot chords by Nle Choppa

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Intro:
C
Yeah, FreshDuzIt, Yeah, Huh, huh, huh


Chorus:
              C                         C
 I ain't gon' say too much when a nigga speakin' on that hot shit
C                            C
Fuck the police, 'cause them bitches ain't gon' stop shit
C                        C
Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick
D

Flyest nigga in the game, yeah, I'm a cockpit

       C                  C
Posted on Camelot, wit' a hunnid some' shottas
     C                              C
I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil' nigga, you a lobster
                     C                          C
Bullets heat a nigga up, like he eatin' on some pasta
C                                         C
 And shoutout to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas


Verse 1:
                           C              C
My niggas trappin' out the bando, shoutout to the Migos

If a nigga knock wrong, shoot him through the peephole

The trap always open, bitch, we ain't never closed
                            C
We movin' them packs and we movin' them kilos
                          C
Step one, step two, do my dance in this bitch
      C                         C
Got a hunnid some' drums like a band in this bitch
                                                C
Mane she keep on bitchin', all that naggin' and shit
                  C
Hoe shut the fuck up and jus' gag on this dick
      C
I'm a side nigga, and I love when she swallow
                   C
If a nigga say something, hit him wit' a hollow
                                  C
That glizzy, knock ya meat out ya taco
                                              C
Flexin' on these bitches, they call me Johnny Bravo

Em            Am
School of hard knocks, let me take you to class
   D
My bitch is real skinny but she got a lot of ass
Em            Am
I love counting money, I get a lot of cash
       D
If you try to take it from me, his toe gon' have a tag


Chorus:
             C
I ain't gon' say too much when a nigga speakin' on that hot shit

Fuck the police, 'cause them bitches ain't gon' stop shit
                         C
Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick

Flyest nigga in the game, yeah, I'm a cockpit
              C                        C
Posted on Camelot, wit' a hunnid some' shottas
                                                 C
I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil' nigga, you a lobster
                                                C
Bullets heat a nigga up, like he eatin' on some pasta
                                         C
And shoutout to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas


Verse 2:
C
All up in the party, you know we keep them carbons
        C                                  C
Bring a nigga chills like I work at Baskin-Robbins
       C                         C
I love Batman, but a young nigga robbin'
                                       C
Firework show, 'cause my niggas get to sparklin'
      C
I'm a hothead, I'll crash any second
               C                          C
He speakin' on who? Send his bitch ass to heaven
                                  C
Extended clips, when we tote them MAC-11's
                                                       C
My niggas they be crippin', they be screamin' out them 7's

C
Why you investigating me? 'Cause I don't know a thing
C
And I'ma always keep a solid, I ain't never sang
C
You know I'm Shotta Fam, always gotta rep the gang
C
He kept on dissin' so a nigga had to snatch his brain


Outro:
N.C.
Had to snatch his brain (Had to snatch that nigga brain)

I had to snatch his brain (Had to snatch that nigga brain)
N.C.
I had to make it rain (Make that mothafucka' rain)

R. Kelly, let that fuckin' choppa sing, yeah (Make it sing)
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