CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : Pop Smoke
Traphouse Mob
Ayy CZR, you did a mazza still
Got a message for you, b*t*h
Yo, spread the word
Top shottas are back
are y'all down with us?
Huh?
I beg you, somebody tell me I'm lying
Anyone wan' talk about Camden, its the Malis that got that fryin'
And they say they got beef with the Malis
But the Malis got dem man dying
Tryna do them like my bro-bros done
Yo, my bro-bros wa-llāhi, I'm trying
Ey, gang don't lean and bop
Man lean with a ting, then let that bop
If mum sends you, don't go shop
Cah I'll CT step or I AG bop
We, Pop Smoke and still put blades in and out mans top
Last time that the gang-gang got hungry, went five guys and put a guy on the top
Oh sh*t, pardon me, I lied
Gang went C*mbo and one of them died
All of that verbal, where's that now?
Don't scream and shout, just say bye-bye
This unknown tried scream out Crez
His last words before the guy got skied
I heard Psycho's up in jail
He ain't claiming beef and his cars got ride
R.I.P, my mamanangai
Kamani, come outside
Pu-pu-purge gang who?, what?, where?
Its been a long time, I ain't seen them guys
Do it in Tory, then in the Waters
We finding Nemo, the boy wan' hide
How can a gang go block to block and vacate both?
Cah they don't want die
Huh?
I beg you, somebody tell me I'm lying
Anyone wan' talk about Camden, it's the Malis that got that fryin'
And they say they got beef with the Malis
But the Malis got dem man dying
Tryna do them like my bro-bros done
Yo, my bro-bros wa-llāhi, I'm trying
Ey, reverse, bro
Handbrake turn let me skid and skrrr
Who's that Jareer over there?
Got my eyes on his T like a brand-new shirt
If I don't know man, G check him
Tryna see angles bent like Kurt
Don't get yourself hurt and add to the list
Especially don't care about your face on a shirt
How the range on this dot-dot sh*t?
When the 12-gauge ting got a nose like Cardi, ey
Two shells later, bow-bow and handle the kit like Mr. Miyagi
Anywhere go, see a opp is ghost
I'm crashing him now like kamikaze
She can never be my wifey
Hold these shells, she can still be Barbie
Camden, AG, CT1
We hop out, creep up, get man gone
I don't know my man's face from nowhere
Who's this yute?, brudda, where you from?
Please be the C*mbo, please be the shank
Three dead, dot-dot, and they still won't run
Most of the gang in jail, all gone
We the last ones left, and we still ain't done
Huh?
I beg you, somebody tell me I'm lying
Anyone wan' talk about Camden, its the Malis that got that fryin'
And they say they got beef with the Malis
But the Malis got dem man dying
Tryna do them like my bro-bros done
Yo, my bro-bros wa-llāhi, I'm trying
I beg you, somebody tell me I'm lying
Anyone wan' talk about Camden, its the Malis that got that fryin'
And they say they got beef with the Malis
But the Malis got dem man dying
Tryna do them like my bro-bros done
Yo, my bro-bros wa-llāhi, I'm trying
Ayy CZR, you did a mazza still
Got a message for you, b*t*h
Yo, spread the word
Top shottas are back
are y'all down with us?
Huh?
I beg you, somebody tell me I'm lying
Anyone wan' talk about Camden, its the Malis that got that fryin'
And they say they got beef with the Malis
But the Malis got dem man dying
Tryna do them like my bro-bros done
Yo, my bro-bros wa-llāhi, I'm trying
Ey, gang don't lean and bop
Man lean with a ting, then let that bop
If mum sends you, don't go shop
Cah I'll CT step or I AG bop
We, Pop Smoke and still put blades in and out mans top
Last time that the gang-gang got hungry, went five guys and put a guy on the top
Oh sh*t, pardon me, I lied
Gang went C*mbo and one of them died
All of that verbal, where's that now?
Don't scream and shout, just say bye-bye
This unknown tried scream out Crez
His last words before the guy got skied
I heard Psycho's up in jail
He ain't claiming beef and his cars got ride
R.I.P, my mamanangai
Kamani, come outside
Pu-pu-purge gang who?, what?, where?
Its been a long time, I ain't seen them guys
Do it in Tory, then in the Waters
We finding Nemo, the boy wan' hide
How can a gang go block to block and vacate both?
Cah they don't want die
Huh?
I beg you, somebody tell me I'm lying
Anyone wan' talk about Camden, it's the Malis that got that fryin'
And they say they got beef with the Malis
But the Malis got dem man dying
Tryna do them like my bro-bros done
Yo, my bro-bros wa-llāhi, I'm trying
Ey, reverse, bro
Handbrake turn let me skid and skrrr
Who's that Jareer over there?
Got my eyes on his T like a brand-new shirt
If I don't know man, G check him
Tryna see angles bent like Kurt
Don't get yourself hurt and add to the list
Especially don't care about your face on a shirt
How the range on this dot-dot sh*t?
When the 12-gauge ting got a nose like Cardi, ey
Two shells later, bow-bow and handle the kit like Mr. Miyagi
Anywhere go, see a opp is ghost
I'm crashing him now like kamikaze
She can never be my wifey
Hold these shells, she can still be Barbie
Camden, AG, CT1
We hop out, creep up, get man gone
I don't know my man's face from nowhere
Who's this yute?, brudda, where you from?
Please be the C*mbo, please be the shank
Three dead, dot-dot, and they still won't run
Most of the gang in jail, all gone
We the last ones left, and we still ain't done
Huh?
I beg you, somebody tell me I'm lying
Anyone wan' talk about Camden, its the Malis that got that fryin'
And they say they got beef with the Malis
But the Malis got dem man dying
Tryna do them like my bro-bros done
Yo, my bro-bros wa-llāhi, I'm trying
I beg you, somebody tell me I'm lying
Anyone wan' talk about Camden, its the Malis that got that fryin'
And they say they got beef with the Malis
But the Malis got dem man dying
Tryna do them like my bro-bros done
Yo, my bro-bros wa-llāhi, I'm trying
