Heavy Camp - Blac Youngsta, Travis Scott

I won’t forget how they shitted on me

How they quitted on me

Uh, uh, uh

All these hundreds on me

I be runnin' to that money, nothin' but gunnas 'round me

I be runnin' with them gunnas (straight up, it’s lit)

Fuck it up, bitch call my phone trippin', I hung up

I’ma fight this bitch if he run up

Everybody 'round me gettin' some money

I’ll slide out for my dawgs, and I’m sellin' dope 'til the sun up

And I’m glad I found you

I’m glad I found you

I’m glad I found you

Glad I found you

Glad I found you

Glad I found you

Yeah, drop a six, make me trip (it's lit)

Woah, for my dawg, hit a lick (straight up)

Woah, Heavy C&with the clique (alright)

Woah

Uh, uh, uh, Juvenile off the mix (yah)

Ayy, break it down, make it dip (yeah-eah)

Ayy, off top, off the rip (yeah-eah)

Ayy

Wrist, Patek, on the set

I eat, you eat, told my nigga we gon' eat

I ain’t gotta stand in front of grandma’s house

An' sell dope 'cross the street no more

Shout out everybody who ever hated on me

Or turned their back on me before

Fire shots, I’ma fire back (uh)

Lie to me, I’ma lie back (uh)

Two wrongs don’t make a right

I don’t give a fuck about that

(Uh, uh, uh, uh)

They mad 'cause I’m rich (uh, uh)

I might go and fuck my hater’s bitch

Whole lot of ice on my wrist (yeah)

For my dawg, I’ll hit a lick

And I’m glad I found you

I’m glad I found you

I’m glad I found you

Glad I found you

Glad I found you

Glad I found you

Yeah, drop a six, make me trip (it's lit)

Woah, for my dawg, hit a lick (straight up)

Woah, Heavy C&with the clique (alright)

Woah

Uh, uh, uh, Juvenile off the mix (yah)

Ayy, break it down, make it dip (yeah-eah)

Ayy, off top, off the rip (yeah-eah)

Ayy

Ah-ah-ah…

I won’t forget how they shitted on me (straight up)

How they quitted on me (straight up)

Ah, ooh…