CMG / Heavy Camp

[Intro: J90]
Ain't been the same since I lost lil' woo on the BTD (Mm, mm)
(Memphis Track Boy, let's go)
Gang, gang

[Verse 1: J90]
Yeah, ain't been the same since I lost lil' woo on the BTD
Yeah, mama told me don't let her down 'cause she dependin' on me (She dependin' on me)
Yeah, when the louder say guns in the bank, that's a reason I'ma keep it on me (I'ma keep it on me)
Yeah, CMG, Heavy Camp still run the city, they was killers on me
Killler Season, they gave him nine years, could've gave him sixteen
Free Season, told him he'll come at home, that was 2016
And we ain't even fire, see them pussies, I'ma kill they whole team
Then I know reasons that my opps breathin', it was 'cause of cops' season
There was twelve bricks, I took it fifteen
Twelve niggas I killed when I was sixteen
Only way you gon' ever be successful, you gon' have to take a chance and risk things
You know blood in here, food didn't match
He'll put it out, put it right in your back
Real Memphis shit if I write it on wax
See, I'll pull down on you, shoot you right in your texture (Grrt)
Free my dawg, he still locked on max (Yeah)
Write me a letter, I'ma write one back (Yeah)
You know I don't go nowhere without my gat
You know I'm gang bangin', throwin' gang signs so I don't go nowhere without my flag
I don't throw gang signs if they ain't mines (Huh?), I put South Memphis on my back
South Memphis, gang, gang

[Verse 2: Lil Migo]
I ain't been the same since Blac Youngsta came to the hood, signed me (Hood signed)
Sat down like kids (Huh?), told me lil' bruh, tryna show you how to eat
And you can turn nothin' to somethin' but you'll never get nothin' for free (Shit)
Welcome to the family, we the streets (CMG)
We Heavy Camp, CMG (CMG)
Robbin' season, fucked around and got locked up, I was just sixteen (Huh?)
Seven years sentence, I was flyin' out, it was 2016 (Huh?)
Heavy Camp mixtape (Heavy Camp)
Sit in a cell, now I'm on a big scream
And I'm very clever, boy (I'm very clever, boy)
I go to sleep, I'm havin' big dreams

[Verse 3: Blac Youngsta]
Don't fuck with J90 (Don't fuck with him, bitch)
If he playin' shout, then I gotta fix things (Huh?)
Blac Youngsta head honcho (Head honcho), Crip and Blood, fuck around and mix things (I'm mixin' shit together)
Uppin' it soon as I jump out the truck, Mafia gave 'em a reason to duck (Flat, flat, flat)
Front you a pack and we keepin' in touch
Have a load full of bucks cuffed in my tucks
I'm chasin' paper, I'm still in the rush
Pre-play, that bitch fuckin' with rush
Look at her eyes, all I see is lust, legendary guys she just tryna fuck
My mom committed them crimes, then look, have you bucked? (Bitch)
Know several criminals, they can bitch, I advise you to hush (Shh)
Yeah, breakin' it down, pound for pound, we gon' need to shake in a dozen
And all dope to my nose (No, no), I don't fuck with ducks (No, no)
Safe preservation, they know that's a must
Don't fuck with Os, I don't fuck with sluts
Walkin' in traffic, they catchin' a buff
What's in my cup? I'm drinkin' Tussion'
Had to kick her out (Kick her ass out), all she did was fuss

[Verse 4: Lil Migo]
Let's go (Big goon)
I get the bun, nigga, I'll make it happen
I get the pack and I run it these miles
Started from nothin', I ball like the major (Gang)
Bitches be fuckin' and jumpin' out panties (Pussy)
I come from the streets now I'm livin' lavish
I got a chopper (Brrt), I bet it do damage (Brrt, brrt)
I'll put it back on your head, that's a package (Ayy)
'Member them days I was trappin' out for us, now I'm tryna give 'em a Force (Force)
Ball on lil' homie, make 'em check out the score, you know that you gotta do more (More)
Jump in a Sprinter when we pull on tour (Skrrt), I drive that (Skrrt), my nigga galore ('Lore)
Quit havin' lil' paper 'cause I want some more (Pfft), I thumb through it (Yee), my fingers sore (Yee)
Ayy, run up the paper, no time for no hatin' (No)
Ballin' like I'm with them Pacers (Shh)
We got 'em Glocks, they come with the laser (Brrt)
Fuck around, peel your potato