Camouflage Dons Lyrics - Statik Selektah

My barrel lean like thorazine 

Like Reverend King, cream like ... 

Cartel spark reel, y'all in the mezzanine 

Women at the shot ball, shot ball, guillotine 

A hundred on the dot balls, black on the big machine 

Blowing at your entourage, old squad, wolverines 

Camouflage dons, spit hella steam, prophesize, picking out the lies 

Gotta get the green 

Backs in my nap sack, roll up a swisher, sweet, light a splif, life's a bitch 

Freaking off with the team, off 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 going through your audio 

My name is pressure and leave you in the poorest mode 

Known movements, it's reality music, the gun law is: if you got one, you better use it 

Listen, they pit convoes, see your way out before D jump over E 

And if you want by the cheek 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, static select 

We present shots, we blowing off limbs 

No sublimes, don't get it twisted, we knock them 

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

The fame ain't changed me, 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, get beacon, put on a skillet 

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

Hoes haze, no competition, your mortal vision is sacrilegious 

Painting vivid pictures, smoking with the same niggas 

It's Montana flow, whiter than the white cops that shot the kid on my block 

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

Blow teeth, two foes, trap it in the basement 

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

Take a whiff, fold shit, four blunts in one bash 

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, got this slave shit 

Smith & Weston, one bullet, your pick 

Third lid, I be putting it in your bitch 

Robbing like life after death, had a fourth disk 

Rhyme like all eyes on me times four shit 

Park place, sheet pins, smoking at the ball games 

Scot bucks up top only when the Knicks play 

Sniffing with some fun, OG and a swish play 

Before you cross the day, motherfucker, look both ways 

Motherfucker, look both ways 

Motherfucker, look both ways 

Camouflage dons, camouflage dons 

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