Wotcha Call Strength (feat. Ruste Juxx, Rockness Monsta, Smif-N-Wessun, O.G.C., Buckshot & the Arcitype)
Boot Camp Clik, Ruste Juxx, Rockness Monsta, Smif-N-Wessun, O.G.C., Buckshot & The Arcitype
Hip-Hop/Rap
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Boot Camp Clik "Wotcha Call Strength" (Official Music Video)
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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Boot Camp Clik
Performer
Ruste Juxx
Performer
Rockness Monsta
Performer
Smif-N-Wessun
Performer
O.G.C.
Performer
Buckshot
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Arcitype
Producer
Lyrics
Here I go again
Pushin to the end
Got tunnel vision
All I see is the win
Hittin like a ten
All raw no blend
Can’t fold or bend
This is what you call strength
I click it back and let it blast repeatedly
Gut, chest, and dome shots
Pistol whip you when the barrel of the chrome hot
How it feel to get clapped with your own glock
Beat down with some bare knuckles on ya own block
I am the god that you pray to
Working in mysterious ways
Long as you stay true
I don’t need you to repent all your sins to me
Long as you giving 10 percent of ya ends to me
Up the bat again call me Vick Vatican
Can’t keep count of all these records I be shatterin
Tag teamin
Infrared beamin
The time with me on demon
There’s no redeemin
I scream in the mic
Said it with my chest
Got these iconic legends giving credit to the best
Homie I ain’t got a flaw
Rugged and I’m raw
When it snap from the wrist
You can count is as a score
See me in the trenches
Leaving you defenseless
Trench coat shotty but I sawed off inches
Pen hot flamin’
Scorchin and swelter
F*ck that
Everything is Heltah Skeltah
I click it back and let it bang so accurate
Face shots, no leg shots
This a forty four not no figure four leg lock
What kind of **** get clapped with his own sket
Smacked around in his hood
Extorted for his own check
Shine on him like Jamal Barrels
If you know you know
Don’t stand in front of Jamal Barrels
If you know or you don’t
Don’t ever call him Jamal; bad move
Maybe he will or he won’t
But he goin want to slap you
Actual facts
F*ck it I’m all Snapple
You just can’t sip
But you sleep in peace
For the wrong attitude
Clap You
Bong
At you
When you clap back on **** on Twitter in all caps
You **** is all cap
That’s what the kids say right?
I’m talking to them too
This they life
I’m with yall
Slide with the fortified crib
They might
Wanna trip back
Be prepared to make them to miss they flight
Switch they flight
Wings in the back
No red bull shit
This that monster energy in the scat with a mule kick
These goons that I’m fueled with
Mixed with the
Mixed with my **** Ruste rule shit
I click it back and let ratchet spit rapidly
Naturally I don’t ask for beef
I cookie chop it and chef it
Call it a masterpiece
Smif N Wessun
Ask the streets
What’s legendary
Break bread
Bloodshed only when necessary
Fam first
First fam the verse secondary
The worst plan
Ya man land in the cemetery
RIP
Pain knows no borders
We all just tryna get home
I click it back and let it blow
Let it flow
It got a mind of its own
Chop Chop Chop Chop
Chop style
Knock on em bones
My iphone got a scale
Like a gram on it
Married to the streets
And my bitch got a veil on it
**** I don’t tell on it
I just take the good with the bad
The up with the down
Homie I don’t f*ck with you clowns
Ya too toxic
Givin out the cheat codes
Givin out the info
That’s how you catch a repo
I click it back and let it shine
Camera flash ya face
No mask on
Ya dealing with a basket case
Better leave me alone
All about the cash today
And showing love to my loved ones
Before they pass away
The legit get along gang ****
Gash ya brain
Cuz when them boys test ya heart
I don’t hear no bangin
All I heard was
Pah pah pah
Down on the pavement
F*ck this for life shit
Gotta get back to my baby
Gotta get back to the block
Gotta get back to the building
When he thinkin he chillin
Put his brain on the ceiling
He was a cap rap killa
Now he all for the children
What the f*ck are they dealin
Jump the f*ck off a building
Click click boom
Watch how my guns clear out the room
No bad mon
Vroom Vroom
You walk round tough
So now you a goon goon
You know you mad pussy
You soft like a Poom Poom
Woo Woom
Nane Nane
Mate
Nange nefred
Wooo
Watch my nine milli
Kill ya dead
Aw man
I don’t say shit
But it comes out so dope
These rap **** put me to sleep
But they so woke
I’m bout to fix em up
Cuz they so broke
I got dick all in her throat
But she don’t choke
Her body insane
Head game so berzerk
I’m lazy I lay back
She about to go to work
I kick it back and let it bang
Huh
Nothing coming out of it
I’m business buck
I’m on some Kenyatta shit
Next level
Sniper with a blue check
You hyped that I knew tek
Imagine what I do next
I smoke funk so I do flex
Choke ya whole crew neck
This is what I do best
I’m the clip
When the double up
Lift ya whole bubble up
When It's cold huddle up
Look bitch
I don’t cuddle up
Let the cover up
Yeah let a brother up
I’m a menace to society
OG, Old Dog
This is why you eyeing me
I go further like a
Yall can keep buying these
Imma let the iron squeeze
**** please, **** please
If you freeze when the shots squeeze
You get knocked knees
Huha
And you can try to stop these
But ya better off using ya hands
Chop trees
And this is BCC
You can f****ck with any ****
But not these
Here I go again
Pushin to the end
Got tunnel vision
All I see is the win
Hittin like a ten
All raw no blend
Can’t fold or bend
This is what you call strength
Here I go again
Pushin to the end
Got tunnel vision
All I see is the win
Hittin like a ten
All raw no blend
Can’t fold or bend
This is what you call strength
Written by: Barrett Powell, Darell Yates, Dashawn Yates, Jack McNair, Jahmal Bush, János Fülöp, Kenyatta Blake, Tekomin Williams, Victor Evans
