Cam - Hopscotch Lyrics

Now im back on my own, Rollin O's
Toe to toe, smokin till we in the o zone
U ain't my hoe till u blowin low
Special man, I need a couple chromosomes
Keep a pan, fry em up till they blackin and the burners low
Cus i keep a little pack in for the show
Said i got em buck 50 and we back and on the road
Like I'm crispy postin up sippin brewskis wit the bros
Y'all boys rookies, I'm the vet, how i kick it like a pro
Cus im packin like im pimpin
Said i got a mission
Runnin starts ups like we hit ignition
Ridin grindin till we see the whole f*ckin vision
Writin like im rappin man i spit it how i live it
Hit u quick wit that slick shit
That lil clip shit on my hip grip
Came equipped toppin on my tip
Smokin poppin onna zip
Ain't no tabbin, ion trip
Never lackin, ain't no simp
Nervous nail bitin teeth clackin crackin onna chip
Cant spit y'all got chappin on ya lip
I been rappin since a jit man
F*ck I'm cappin ain't got nothin on my hip band
Like I'm ip man never average never mid man
Cus I'm kia whippin in that big van
Want me? (Shit)
Who got the highest bid man?
Nothin free man pop up on em wit a fee for the mix man
(Uh)
Cam on this bitch and i drop hot
Pop shots like y'all jumpin playin hopscotch
I got big rocks on locks
And we f*ck her outta socks
Tick tok on my wrist watch
Yeah y'all better..
Watch ya f*ckin feet!
How im commin never bummin yeah I'm packin all the heat
Man I was on the ground now yall dustin off my seat
Like I'm dat new
In the back room
Bussin mad tunes
Y'all bois steady suckin never f*ckin like a vaccuum
Clean cut cam what that hat do?
I been in on my own in my zone for the past few
Shoppin droppin tags Birkin bags yeah...
Turnin cash into ash whippin fast on the peddle like the gas man who asked u
Hoodie up masked man like a bad dude
Grippin on her ass back hand like i slapped u
40 on the dash big bands like the cash do
Diamond flash and they dance in advance like i had to
Cam yeah I'll be ya mans if I ask you
(Huh)