Camouflage Dons

Wolves out, baby

[Verse 1: Smif-n-Wessun]

My barrel lean like thorazine

Dream like Reverend King, cream like Medellín

Cartel sparked well, y'all in the mezzanine

Swimming at the shot ball, shot bars, guillotine

A hundred on the dart boards, dark on the big machine

Blowing at your entourage, whole squad wolverines

Camouflage dons, spits hella steam, prophesize, we monopolize

Gotta get the green

Backs in my nap sack, roll up a swisher sweet, light a spliff

Life's a bitch, freaking off with the team

All the shit I've seen, probably should be dead now

Fuck the zombies, smoke the bong, it's weed to the head now

It's the semi-auto blowing through your audio

My niggas press you and leave you in the poorest mode

Known movements, this reality music, the gun law is; if you got one, you better use it

Listen, A and B convos, C your way out before D jump over E

And F you up like a G so play silly, feel a 9 milly

Acting like you 'bout this life beef for really

Face fighting, wanna steal, y'all niggas kill me

Deer gang, 215, it's Gucci Philly, it's Louis Loaf with the smoke that beats that

Camouflage dons, Zombies, Statik Selekt

If you send shots, we blowing off limbs

No sublims, don't get it twisted, we not them

It's a new wave, NWA, take it how you want it, and it's all I got to say

[Verse 2: Meechy Darko & Zombie Juice & Both Meechy & Juice]

The fame ain't changed Meech, I still don't fuck with you, niggas

I still be on the streets, I still scream fuck religion

I ain't scared of beef, got beef get put on a skillet

You bigots are non-existent so fuck all my competition, hold up

Hoes haze, no competition, your mortal vision's sacrilegious spittinng vivid pictures

Smoking with the same niggas Montana flow

Whiter than the white cops that shot the kid on my block

I'm from a place where we want it, we take it

Gold teeth, two foes

Trapping in the basement

Two freaks, one Meech, it's threesomes in the AM

Take a whiff, pure shit, four blunts in one bitch

Bodies in the basement

Homicide cases

Prophesize about multiplying pot like we makers

Hater, you ain't on like the Lakers

I know I'm wrong but we don't go back to slave ships

Smif-n-Wesson, one bullet

Your pick

Third leg, I be putting it in your bitch

Rhyme like Life After Death had a fourth disk

Rhyme like All Eyez On Me times four shit

Park place, sheet pins, smoking at the ball game

Scott bucks up top only when the Knicks play

Smif-n-Wesson 500, OG and a switch blade

Before you cross a dead motherfucker, look both ways

Motherfucker, look both ways

Motherfucker, look both ways

[Outro: Sample]

Camouflage dons, camouflage dons