K.T. - Camaro lyrics

[Hook:K.T.] Stacks in my pocket,got the heater on deck Cruisin through my city ain worried bout sh** Cuz im just ridin in my camaro, blowin on that mojo My hat to the front, got my seat laid back Every block i hit i make the whole hood act Cuz im just ridin in my camaro, blowin on that mojo [Verse 1: Lil Boosie] I wake up call my n***a blake roll me up a blunt Jump in my camaro hit the hood and stunt Hat to the front gat on my lap Ain worried bout a thang 20 grand up in my pocket in my city im the mane Everybody love that yellow thang wit the rims to match Should've saw them n***as eyes when i jumped the f**in track Yellow polo im so fresh bigboi in that ss Forty Glock in the vest no need to stress ain convicted But my black ss the sickest real sh** this ain no lie Hustle hard and grind so i buy cars two at a time Throwin twenties out the window to the kids on the block Everybody see me take pictures and jock Bad b**hes follow me beggin to swallow me Big money big crib big diamond watch up on the steering wheel Police give me thumbs up at you like you cuttin up My car could f** her plus imma superstar bruh [Hook:K.T] Stacks in my pocket, got the heater on deck Cruisin through my city ain worried bout sh** Cuz im just ridin in my camaro, blowin on that mojo My hat to the front, got my seat laid back Every block i hit i make the whole hood act Cuz im just ridin in my camaro, blowin on that mojo [verse 2: Lil Boosie] Pocket full of money with my oakland A's hat Throwback to match hat to the front like tacori hatch Camaro sh** i started that Night time it light up in the inside that's when im loaded I let my b**h drive Got money so i be like f** it I drive it like a cutla** 2seater but i ride 4 like its a bucket Im really thuggin People takin pictures wit they camera phone Dont think im all that but i know im on Whole clic i-phone seat laid back People like there go lil hatch..... Chill out right now we shinnin people call that b**h a bumble bee My black thang is batman makin them stacks man You can hate it but watch yo ole lady come after me Police won't capture me n***a please im gettin g's from baton rouge to overseas You know imma star outfit match my car Ghost behind me in that white thang grippin that forty tight mane [hook: K.T] Stacks in my pocket, got the heater on deck Cruisin through my city ain worried bout sh** Cuz im just ridin in my camaro,blowin on that mojo My hat to the front, got my seat laid back Every block i hit i make the whole hood act Cuz im just ridin in my camaro, blowin on that mojo