Lyrics Heavy Camp - Blac Youngsta, Travis Scott

Heavy Camp

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…