Here Are the Lyrics to NLE Choppa's 'Camelot'

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NLE Choppa

NLE Choppa has made two significant chart moves this week (dated Sept. 28): He topped the Emerging Artists chart and debuted on the Billboard Hot 100 at No. 40 with “Camelot.”

The Memphis rapper flexes on his opposition over a bouncy beat. The Cole Bennett-directed clip presents just how cool the MC acts when handling his enemies, as he and his buddies engage in a street fight co-starring “The Opps” and he sips on a refreshing lemonade as he escapes the cops afterward, slipping in the Lyrical Lemonade-production staple.

Check out the lyrics and comedic music video below.

Yeah
(FreshDuzIt)
Yeah
Huh, huh, huh

I ain't gon' say too much when a n---a speakin' on that hot shit (yeah)
Fuck the police, 'cause them bitches ain't gon' stop shit (they ain't stoppin' shit)
Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick (yeah)
Flyest n---a in the game, yeah, I'm a cockpit
Posted on Camelot, wit' a hunnid some' shots
I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil n---a you a lobster (lobster)
Bullets heat a n---a up, like he eatin' on some pasta (some pasta)
And shout out to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas (yeah, yeah, gratt)
My n---as trappin' out the bando (huh), shoutout to the Migos (the Migos)
If a n---a knock wrong, shoot him through the peephole (yeah, yeah, gratt)
The trap always open, bitch we ain't never closed (never closed)
We movin' them packs and we movin' them kilos

Step one, step two, do my dance in this bitch (huh, huh)
Got a hunnid some' drums like a band in this bitch (bap, bap, bap, bap)
Mane she keep on bitchin', all that naggin' and shit
Hoe shut the fuck up and jus' gag on this dick
I'm a side n---a, and I love when she swallow (yeah)
If a n---a say something, hit him wit' a hollow
That glizzy (yeah), knock ya meat out ya taco
Flexin' on ya bitch, they call me Johnny Bravo (bap, bap, bap, bap, bap)
School of hard knocks, let me take you to class (yeah)
My bitch is real skinny but she got a lot of ass (huh, huh, yeah, yeah)
I love counting money, I get a lot of cash
If you try to take it from me, his toe gon' have a tag

I ain't gon' say too much when a n---a speakin' on that hot shit
Fuck the police, 'cause them bitches ain't gon' stop shit
Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick
Flyest n---a in the game, (bitch) yeah, I'm a cockpit
Posted on Camelot, wit' a hunnid some' shots
I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil n---a you a lobster
Bullets heat a n---a up, like he eatin' on some pasta
And shout out to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas

All up in the party (yeah), you know we keep them carbons
Bring a n---a chills like I work at Baskin-Robbins ('Robbins)
I love Batman, but a young n---a robbin'
Firework show, 'cause my n---as get to sparklin'
I'm a hot head, I'll crash any second (huh, huh, yeah)
He speakin' on who? Send his bitch ass to heaven (who?)
Extended clips, when we tote them Mac-11's (yeah, yeah, uh huh)
My n---as they be crippin', they be screamin' out them seven's (yea, huh, crip)
Why you investigating me? 'Cause I don't know a thing
And I'ma always keep a solid, I'll never sang (no no)
You know I'm Shotta Fam, always gotta rep the gang (Shotta)
He kept on dissin' so a n---a had to snatch his brain

Huh
Had to snatch his brain (had to snatch that n---a brain)
Huh
I had to snatch his brain (had to snatch that n---a brain)
Yeah
I had to make it rain (make that motha fucka rain)
Yeah
R. Kelly let that fuckin' choppa sing, yeah (make it sing)
 

Lyrics licensed & provided by LyricFind

Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing

Written by: Bryson Potts, Darzell Triplett

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