CERTIFIED CAMPER

[Intro]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Fuck, go, it's a green light
Fuck, go, it's a—
It's a green light, fuck, go

[Verse]
Don't hate the player, nigga, hate the game (Hate the game)
It's this one opp, when I catch him I'ma snatch his chain (I'ma snatch his chain)
Last opp we caught, close range, tore him out the frame (Grr)
RIP's hit his scalp, ripped through his brain (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
Ain't no goin' out to eat when you in a war (War)
Catch him lackin', whack him, he ain't get to make it to the store (Go, go, go, go)
If I ain't posted on the O, I'm posted on the 4 (I'm on the 4)
If I ain't spinnin' through the 6, I'm spinnin' through the Trolls
Bro really let the switchy off twice in one day (For real)
I hope you can run from this forty in them RTAs
Shots from the Drac', wе kill his brother, make him split ways (Split ways)
Heavy in thе V's, I ain't go to sleep in six days (Go)
We the ones walkin' down, makin' death fatal
We the ones crackin' niggas heads and givin' facials (Givin' facials)
Laid up in the bed wit IV's, different cables
These little niggas babies in this shit, they need cradles (They need cradles)
Heard she was fuck with the Campers 'cause they treat her bad (Treat her bad)
Pay her for the drop, it ain't shit to buy a bitch a bag (This ain't shit)
Give her Perky dick, man, that's somethin' that she never had (She never had this)
I don't even want the bitch no more, you can have her back (Have her back)
Certified Camper, certified lamper (Go)
Me and brodie been locked in since Pampers (Go, go)
Dissin' on Lil Booka, now his homie on a banner (He on a banner)
Run him down, frr, with that switch, he break dancin' (He tap dancin')
And I'm like, "Bro, fuck, a go" (Fuck, a go)
We don't stop at red lights, bro, this shit a go (A go)
It's a campfire once we get that lo' (Get that lo')
Same nigga posted with that burner on the O (Yeah)
One opp, two opp, three opp, four (Four)
Five opps, six dead niggas on the floor (Go)
Shots from the switchy, now he reachin' for his throat (Go)
A lot of dead bodies, nigga, Murder What She Wrote (Yeah, yeah)
Once we spot our target, bro, we hoppin' out that jeep (We hoppin' out that jeep)
We don't shoot from cars, bro, we hoppin' out on feet (We hoppin' out that jeep)
I know he was dead, I seen his head on the seat
Bro gon' stalk a nigga 'til he get him, he a creep (Grrah)
If the law get behind us, it's a chase (It's a chase)
The opps they keep dyin' left and right, can't get a break (What the fuck?)
A opp nigga homie died, that nigga made a tape (He made a tape)
I be playin' with this rap shit ,this shit cake (This shit cake)

[Outro]
On bro, this shit cake