Camo! (USA) – HIGH RANK Lyrics & Video

HIGH RANK – Camo! (USA) Lyrics

What did he do to make them niggas that mad?

Hoo

He ain't get a chance to shine, his first diss song got swiped (Hoo)

She ain't get a chance to lie, 'fore she talked told her bye (Hoo)

Fox never wait in line, huh, rank high how I walk around

One choppa, two choppa, three choppa, fo' (Brrt)

That's how sell dope (What?)

It's been a while since my ho heard a, "No"

Wonder when she said, "Yes" to coke

Hurry up, nigga, grab your shit, let's roll (Hoo)

Quit ice shopping, buy some dope

Dipped out, she couldn't stay for long

That's why you gotta watch these hoes

Every time I record, I sit by a killer (Huh)

Every chain I switch, I switch the bitch up

I send a blitz just to hold my wrist up (Yeah)

Syrup-sippin', I'm catchin' hiccups (Yeah)

Hope still we gon' set the bitch up (Yeah)

Acorn had my Sprite like ketchup (Yeah)

I ain't gon' back and forth with a nigga who fridge white (Yeah)

Fuck nigga, get your bands up (Yeah)

Y'all was rockin' Nike Pandas (Woo)

My Maybach white black like Panda (Woo)

Geekin' on M, I'm a dirty dancer (Damn)

Ho givin' top I can see the dandruff (Damn)

Beatin' that pussy, it need a bandage

I'm only hangin' around Ps and bandits (Damn)

Charge that hoe a fee, I'm handsome

Let me know what you need, I'm hands on (Alright)

Sticky lips, I been syrup-sippin', AP if I'm fuckin' wit' you (Yeah, go)

Put the hoodie on your head like you're hidin' a bad haircut, it's none to get you (Frrt)

Why the fuck you worried about me cheating? Bitch, focus on the bigger picture (Bitch)

Money, cars, diamond, clothes, what you know about bitches? Want you, 'cause we come with you (Frrt)

I'm a real nigga, not a bitch nigga, too rich to ever tussle with you (Phew, phew)

Shout out my brother, he never took dollars, he told me, "This shit off the muscle with you"

Before I lay down, I need nine figures, big FN, it knock down a nigga (Huh, brr)

Every week, switch up the time difference, brotha so hard, he Dolph Ziggler

I like bitches that set up niggas (I love 'em)

They deserve every dollar in my account (I trust)

get to steppin' bitches

I'm passing this shit out, no matter the amount (Zoowoo)

Bust 'em in, he got clamped, hold on, get smacked, turnin' on my lamp (Tss, I'm trill)

My old ho played in Roll Bounce, I made her cut off that big ahh 'fro (Come here, gotta go)

Insecure bitch tryna impress me, she had work done on her nose (Haha, Damn)

, I want nun' but vintage, I look like a fuckin' hobo (Rick Owen')

Don't put your trust in these bitches, never met a ho would not go (Better not, I'm trill)

She lucked up when she ended up with me, I did a laundry, the bitch had a four-leaf clover (Haha)