Dae - Campfire lyrics

[Hook 1: NellyOnDaTrack] Masterpiece a work of art One of the greatest But this next one Its too much for my own self I'm at the top shelf It's getting hot Firefighter Lighting up Like a lighter The smoke out Gas mask Burning up like campfire like a campfire Like a campfire Burning up like campfire like a campfire Like a campfire It's getting hot Firefighter Lighting up Like a lighter The smoke out Gas mask Burning up like campfire like a campfire [Verse 2: K.M. King] Southside we in this hoe Bring the weed in in boat loads Got the dope hoes And they touching toes Got the chopper bullets Send them to your nose Got a new watch Its rose gold Your new b**h Man that thot old The block hot But the flow cold f**ed that b**h And that brick i sold Came in Don't need friends A new Benz So much cash It don't make sense City stronger than Clark Kent Got a new b**h with an accent All my real n***as is flashing All you other n***as is absent A 100,000 dollars y'all ain't matching A new check what i cashed in Southside what i'm repping Spent a half a mil on a necklace Get the weed straight from the Mexicans f**ed her once she wanna s** again I fill my Sprite with medicine All these bodies out we catchin' Southside we flexing' [Hook 2: NellyOnDaTrack] Masterpiece a work of art One of the greatest But this next one Its too much for my own self I'm at the top shelf It's getting hot Firefighter Lighting up Like a lighter The smoke out Gas mask Burning up like campfire like a campfire Like a campfire Burning up like campfire like a campfire Like a campfire [Verse 2: Dae] b**h I'm reloading My pockets stay bloated A real n***a moment The bricks i stay toting Rap better than you You a sneak disser too You let other n***as write your bars for you Can't pay attention I'm with squad Dick long as a fishing rod b**h stop I'm doing me T'nup on the beat Gang know i always got the heat Campfire Campfire These hoes lie So i don't cuff I only f** Shoot a n***a if he bluff Hold my city down leave you in handcuffs Got it your momma' and the b**h like it rough 2Pac dream can't nobody else do it Camera on the scene got your b**h making movies Nell and K.M. King might f** the b**h with me Yea Pullin' the trigger I'm k**ing you n***as Bank account crazy I sh** on you n***as I'm at the top I ain't gonna drop All of my n***as pa**ing the rocks Sipping codeine and I'm feeling sleepy All of these hoes wanna be with me She getting faded she on that Whitney And I'm on that Bobby It make me catch bodies Got guns from Pakistan and n***as from Afghanistan Your hoe a good fan She give me head in a mini van Got a white b**h her body good But that b**h just need a tan Uh..