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