Listen to Heavy Camp (feat. Travis Scott) by Blac Youngsta

Heavy Camp (feat. Travis Scott)

Blac Youngsta

Hip-Hop/Rap

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LYRICS

Music Video

Blac Youngsta - Heavy Camp Ft. Travis Scott (Audio)

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Blac Youngsta

Vocals

Travis Scott

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Sammie Benson

Songwriter

Jacques Bermon Webster II

Jacques Bermon Webster II

Songwriter

Ronald LaTour

Songwriter

John Julian

Songwriter

Brock Korsan

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Cardo Got Wings

Cardo Got Wings

Producer

Jimmy Cash

Mixing Engineer

Stan Greene, Jr.

Stan Greene, Jr.

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

(Yeah)

[Verse 2]

Yeah, drop a six, make me drip (It's lit!)

Whoa, for my dog, hit a lick (Straight up!)

Whoa, Heavy Camp with the clique (Alright!)

Whoa

[Verse 3]

Uh, uh, uh

Juvenile, out the mix (Yah!)

Aye, break it down, make it dip

Aye, off top, off the rip

Aye

[Verse 4]

I won't forget how they shitted on me (Woo)

How they quitted on me (Aye)

(Uh, uh, uh)

All these hunnids on me

(I be runnin' to that money)

Nun' but gunners 'round me

(I be runnin wit them gunners)

(Straight up, it's lit!)

[Verse 5]

What up

Bitch call my phone trippin' I hung up

I'ma fire this bitch if you run up

Everybody 'round me gettin' some money

I slide out for my dogs

And I'm sendin' dope till the sun up

[Verse 6]

Yeah, drop a six, make me drip (It's lit!)

Whoa, for my dog, hit a lick (Straight up!)

Whoa, Heavy Camp with the clique (Alright!)

Whoa

[Verse 7]

Uh, uh, uh

Juvenile, out the mix (Yah!)

Aye, break it down, make it dip

Aye, off top, off the rip

Aye (Ooh)

[Verse 8]

Wrist, Patek (Ooh)

Bottle layin' on the set (OOh)

I eat, you eat, told my **** "We gon' eat"

I ain't gotta stand in front grandma house

To sell dope across the street no mo'

Shout out er'body ever hated on me

Or that turned they back on me before

5 shot, I'ma fire back

Lie to me, I'ma lie back

Two wrongs, don't make a right

I don't give a fuck about that

(Uh, uh, uh, uh)

They mad 'cause I'm rich

(Uh, uh)

I might go and fuck my hater bitch

Whole lotta ice on my wrist

For my dog I hit a lick

[Verse 9]

Yeah, drop a six, make me drip (It's lit!)

Whoa, for my dog, hit a lick (Straight up!)

Whoa, Heavy Camp with the clique (Alright!)

Whoa

[Verse 10]

Uh, uh, uh

Juvenile, out the mix (Yah!)

Aye, break it down, make it dip

Aye, off top, off the rip

Aye

[Verse 11]

I won't forget

How they shitted on me (Straight up!)

How they quitted on me (Straight up!)

Written by: Brock Korsan, Jacques Bermon Webster II, John Julian, Ronald LaTour, Sammie Benson