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9800 caspeer – concentrated camp lyrics

[intro: 9800 caspeer]
christmas came early for the littles, haha
gang, gang
aye look fool, you know imma tell you fool, like
pass me that mo’ f+ckin dope fool
this n+gga tried to come over here
in a smoke session
with some swishers and dutches
i looked at cuh like, “get outta here!”
aye, okay

[verse: 9800 caspeer]
duckin in the back, havin suqabbles over nickel bags
force on his head, now he stuck this ain’t freeze tag
shoot a insta bully house up, now his wi+fi lag
seen a dead opp, mud walkin now she look so sad
black homie beatin up a racist for dissin emmett till
yeah yo b+tch cute, but on crip she got a musty grill
12 year old homies on the block shoot likе bradley beal
hall of fame badgе with the chop i got every sk!ll
on crip i play games
we really tote thangs
twin walkin n+ggas from the set and he don’t g+ngb+ng
everybody claimin that they pits well i’m a great dane

[verse: 9extrazz]
f+cked a german b+tch her dad called me, tried to bust on me
i upped the glock and peeled his cap it turned into a felony
mix the gas i cook it up you know i know the recipe
couldn’t get ahead of me cuz i’m ’bout 9 steps ahead of him
imma ready to go start a war or somethin
he gon die in 50 he can’t take a hunnet
i’m michael myers cuz i got these n+ggas runnin
run from the cops can’t put me back up in the dungeon
[verse: extro]
i feel like my n+gga rat trap cuz i put cheese in bag
beat a n+gga ass at the party cuz he ain’t wear a mask
b+tch don’t got 20 dollars then we gon dine and dash
20 backwoods in rotation i turned smoke to ash
40 crack rocks in my pocket i turned dope to cash
hit a b+tch n+gga so hard i made his b+tch feel bad
white plug named paul, foe he do real cocaine
i call every white b+tch karen like f+ck yo name

[verse: 9800 caspeer]
young n+gga shootin precision feel like lamelo ball
“je m’appelle” catch my on france, plug on a quick haul
noodles and doodles, shot the poodle cuz it hopped the wall
servin that hammer clutchin blammers you know duty called

[verse: 9extrazz]
swervin german, paxton only said imma make a little
i made a whole lot i caught him looser then pumpernickle
re+arranged her guts and beat it loose cuz i’m out the kennel
imma have em all that b+tch that told me that she was sizzlin
all the opps dead they shouldn’t just do some sh+t i be chillin
b+tch a n+gga cousin in this wood don’t get in yo feelings
call of duty chop got auto aim hit em any distance
casper ya’ll gon bleed the scene and extro don’t leave a witness
[verse: extro]
sn+tch a fake rollie off a n+gga and shoot up where he got it
door knockin with a henny bottle i’m an alcoholic
grabber grabbed a n+gga lung so hard but i couldn’t cough it
why yo weed smell like horse sh+t imma window toss it

[verse: all]
you could tell he ain’t a shooter i just tapped his pocket
me and james harden not the same, we don’t need no rockets
bullets flushin right to the bone and crack some sockets
b+tch brought us h+ll actin boujee, she gotta stop it

[outro: 9800 caspeer]
b+tch you better stop that sh+t
xc crips
i got grimey 90s that’ll rob yo sh+t
stop
stop, n+gga

- 9800 caspeer lyrics

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