Camp Rock

[Intro]
(Ayy, we cookin' with Twister right now)
(OnTrippppy on the beat)
Yeah, yeah, uh

[Chorus]
Hop up out the treehouse, hit the floor like a pinecone
I'm on a mission for the [?], this a mind stone
Big wad of cash, got a rash near my thigh bone
Wad of cash, got a rash near my thigh bone
Glock make a cracker hit the Quan, but he from Tennessee
Get your chain back, nonfungible, NFT
Marco Rubio, I call the shots, fuck the CDC
187, you might need some kettle pads on your knees
This is real, this is me, Camp Rock
How he ho and he a dude? He a man thot
FSU bitches tryna fuck and let they man watch
You might need some new lifе insurance, John Hancock
They was laughing how I keep a hat on, now it's hats off
Big gun, pull it out the pants and makе 'em back off
Chopper with a lottery number, I had to scratch off
Chopper with a lottery number, I had to scratch off

[Verse]
Handgun ate a lot like Augustus Gloop
They the eggman and I'm the walrus, beat his coo-ca-choo
I just took his girl, now that boy belong at Nobu
Rumor has it you want beef with me, I'll whack you
Say I'm hard to digest, no Crohn's and colitis
Now you're paying for a verse of hot breath, gingivitis
Chopper stuck to me like Siamese twins for a crisis
Don't critique, you ain't even got no taste without the virus
He want no smoke like a weed brownie, not at all
Solid, liquid, gas, plasma, bitch, you know I got it all
Can't see it, but it's spread around like an aerosol
Get 'em out my face and don't you blame it on the alcohol
Walked up out the crib, left with nothin', came back with some shit
I know exactly how to move, so let them think that I'm a bitch
That boy a sharpshooter, I can make the call and he'll be quick
Say he a sharpshooter, I can make the call and he'll be quick
Piers Morgan, I can be a dick
I'mma raise the bar, make a plural out the pit
Totin' straps while I move, everybody 'round me well equipped
They got paid to come around me, but I still left a tip
Sent them on a bad lick, the man behind it full of shit
For them attention-seeking, clout-chasing, sorry-ass jits
Before I ever use a prop, I'll post a picture of my dick
Dreidel Gang everything, every day some different shit

[Chorus]
Hop up out the tree house, hit the floor like a pinecone
I'm on a mission for the [?], this a mind stone
Big wad of cash, got a rash near my thigh bone
Wad of cash, got a rash near my thigh bone
Glock make a cracker hit the Quan, but he from Tennessee
Get your chain back, nonfungible, NFT
Marco Rubio, I call the shots, fuck the CDC
187, you might need some kettle pads on your knees
This is real, this is me, Camp Rock
How he ho and he a dude? He a man thot
FSU bitches tryna fuck and let they man watch
You might need some new life insurance, John Hancock
They was laughing how I keep a hat on, now it's hats off
Big gun, pull it out the pants and make 'em back off
Chopper with a lottery number, I had to scratch off
Chopper with a lottery number, I had to scratch off