Camel Meat

Rozay, what up? It's your boy, Deon Cole

Just touched down in Miami, pull up, my nigga

But before you do that, I got some rules, nigga

When you pull up, just pick me up in one car, dawg, all right?

Don't, don't pull up in 19 motherfuckin' cars

Last time you did that shit, and y'all put all them cars on my valet ticket

I had to pay for that shit

And you left a car, nigga, I don't know if you knew that

But you left a car here, nigga

You gotta keep up with your cars, nigga

And if we go gamblin', I'ma, I'ma sit in the car

I'm not, I'm not gamblin' with you niggas all night

I don't want no Offset shit goin' on with me, all right?

I got shit to do

Yes (Maybach Music)

Camel meat in Dubai, murder opps in July

I still pray to refrain, wipe the tears from my eyes

Know I've never been loved, all these bitches tell lies

This convertible weather still bring the ladies inside

I just wanted to eat, now they call it a feast

How we get 'em for five, sell 'em 20 a piece

Sippin' bottles of bub', since I bought up the section

If you think he a C.O., nigga get truly corrected

Your best friend was a rat, how you knew the detectives?

Homicide, you relax, ain't no fuckin' confessions

Strike him like he a match, hope you taught him a lesson

Killers movin' in packs, you can make any suggestions

Lord Vader, uh

Living like I'm a Saudi, run up in it and out it

Living with my two wives, 50 Ms on the palace

Nigga hopin' you die, I just hope I'm alive

Time to open your eyes, nigga broke and deprived

Hope you wrote your few rhymes, heard your opening lines

You the man where you from, but they not potent as mine

Go and snort a few lines, it's a horrible time

To get caught in the web, that's according to mine

Homies all on the run, niggas wanted to shine

I just wanted me some, but it took me some time

Money all in the attic, got me dancin' like Khaled

Never question my talent, I'm acceptin' your challenge

Lord Vader, Star Wars, uh

I got so many issues with so many motherfuckers

We finna address it all right now, and getting rich isn't enough

Uh, my real estate portfolio is undeniably next level, nigga, check

Sunday brunch for the guys, camel meat in Dubai

Get a car as a gift, shorty, just show me your drive

Since I'm runnin' the game, I keep guns on the plane

Tito made me a piece, run me a hundred in change

Uh, double-M

It's the biggest

Ravioli, marinara, lemon pepper

And if we go to the strip club, nigga, stop giving me money in front of everybody

If you gon' give me money to throw, just give it to me under the table

I don't want niggas knowin' you givin' me money

So just give it to me on the low and shit, all right?

And when you drop me off at the room, just leave me like one bitch, just one

You, you left me with four last time, and I couldn't keep my eye on all them hos

And they start stealin' shit, like my glasses, belts and insoles to my shoes

And weird shit they hos was stealin'

So just, just leave me with one bitch, all right?

All right, see you in a minute, nigga, peace