Nothing Personal

[Verse 1: Camo God]
I don't fuck with any thots
All these bitches on my dick
They only want me for my guap
I don't need the pussy hoe
I think that you can give me top
Make her spread it like a gymnist
Then she let me get on top
And I rock, yuh

I don't fuck with you hoe
No, it's nothing personal
No LV on my bag
Only hercshel
Strap on my back
But the 9 it won't hurt ya
Wet a nigga block real
Nice like a squirttle

Bitch I want the dome
Bitch I'm heading to Rome
My wrist got the chrome
Spray down ya whole home
Read a nigga no tome
Yo bitch leave me blown
She ain't using her phone
I think you should go

All these bitches hit my line
Now they want me
SoundCloud rank stats
Bitch I'm top 3
All these niggas hit my line
Wanna meet up
But I told they bitch
It was nice to meat ya

[Verse 2: DJ DAX]
...I don't need ya', I don't need ya'
...no hugs, waves, or daps to meet ya'
...had to show up for the feature
...DJ DAX, it be the preacher

...might pull up to Pasadena
...hit up Camo for the reup
...man, my neck it been on freezer
...she a picnic, I could eat her

Every time you come around, my
Brain fills up with thunder clouds, I
Can't wait 'till the sun comes out, ain't
Chasing skirts, I'm chasing clout

...know what I'm about
...baby, I'mma do it, that's no doubt
...and you know I'm showing out
...and you know it's going down

[Verse 3: BZARGOODBOY]