campfire

amine

you no-business

born-insecure

junkyard motherfucker

got a bad lil mama

and she always with the shits

put a hundred in my pocket

then a hundred on the rims

that's my lil bitch

that's

that's my lil bitch

that's my lil bitch

that's

that's my lil bitch

put a red dress on her and some gas for the trip

got a hundred in my pocket and a couple on the tint

that's my lil bitch

that's

that's my lil bitch

that's my lil bitch

that's

that's my lil bitch

campfire

i'm a hot motherfucker

please

no pictures

i'm a tired motherfucker

spidey senses tingle when it's fake niggas

dreads swinging like they did to all them shake

nigga

that's true

west coast 'til i d-i-e

if you want respect

look me in my e-y-e

i love my whips like a racist and travel lot of places

free my nigga

hef

fuck the police

oprah for president

clbn resident

dis face when i'm disgraced

that's the nigga in me

might catch me at a whole foods

and if you see that red mercedes

then you know who

got a bad lil mama

and she always with the shits

put a hundred in my pocket

then a hundred on the rims

that's my lil bitch

that's

that's my lil bitch

that's my lil bitch

that's

that's my lil bitch

put a red dress on her and some gas for the trip

got a hundred in my pocket and a couple on the tint

that's my lil bitch

that's

that's my lil bitch

that's my lil bitch

that's

that's my lil bitch

yeah

yeah

campfire

i'm a scary lil nigga

there's red in my blood like drew barrymore

nigga

and my fit on et

yo shit on ebt

so when you try to flex

i'm like

what's yo credit score

Full Lyrics: campfire - amine