Camelot
NLE Choppa Lyrics


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Yeah
(FreshDuzIt)
Yeah
Huh, huh, huh

I ain't gon' say too much when a nigga speakin' on that hot shit (yeah)
Fuck the police, 'cause them bitches ain't gon' stop shit (they ain't stoppin' shit)
Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick (yeah)
Flyest nigga in the game, yeah, I'm a cockpit
Posted on Camelot, wit' a hunnid some' shots
I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil nigga you a lobster (lobster)
Bullets heat a nigga up, like he eatin' on some pasta (some pasta)
And shout out to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas (yeah, yeah, gratt)
My niggas trappin' out the bando (huh), shoutout to the Migos (the Migos)
If a nigga knock wrong, shoot him through the peephole (yeah, yeah, gratt)
The trap always open, bitch, we ain't never closed (never closed)
We movin' them packs and we movin' them kilos

Step one, step two, do my dance in this bitch (huh, huh)
Got a hunnid some' drums like a band in this bitch (bap, bap, bap, bap)
Mane she keep on bitchin', all that naggin' and shit
Hoe shut the fuck up and jus' gag on this dick
I'm a side nigga, and I love when she swallow (yeah)
If a nigga say something, hit him wit' a hollow
That glizzy (yeah), knock ya meat out ya taco
Flexin' on ya bitch, they call me Johnny Bravo (bap, bap, bap, bap, bap)
School of hard knocks, let me take you to class (yeah)
My bitch is real skinny but she got a lot of ass (huh, huh, yeah, yeah)
I love counting money, I get a lot of cash
If you try to take it from me, his toe gon' have a tag

I ain't gon' say too much when a nigga speakin' on that hot shit
Fuck the police, 'cause them bitches ain't gon' stop shit
Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick
Flyest nigga in the game, (bitch) yeah, I'm a cockpit
Posted on Camelot, wit' a hunnid some' shots
I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil nigga you a lobster
Bullets heat a nigga up, like he eatin' on some pasta
And shout out to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas

All up in the party (yeah), you know we keep them carbons
Bring a nigga chills like I work at Baskin-Robbins ('Robbins)
I love Batman, but a young nigga robbin'
Firework show, 'cause my niggas get to sparkin'
I'm a hot head, I'll crash any second (huh, huh, yeah)
He speakin' on who? Send his bitch-ass to heaven (who?)
Extended clips, when we tote them Mac-11's (yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
My niggas they be crippin', they be screamin' out them seven's (yea, huh, crip)
Why you investigating me? 'Cause I don't know a thing
And I'ma always keep a solid, I'll never sang (no no)
You know I'm Shotta Fam, always gotta rep the gang (Shotta)
He kept on dissin' so a nigga had to snatch his brain

Huh
Had to snatch his brain (had to snatch that nigga brain)
Huh
I had to snatch his brain (had to snatch that nigga brain)
Yeah
I had to make it rain (make that mothafucka rain)




Yeah
R. Kelly let that fuckin' choppa sing, yeah (make it sing)

Overall Meaning

In "Camelot," NLE Choppa has a confrontational and aggressive tone as he raps about his lifestyle and the violence and danger that comes with it. The first verse of the song revolves around his status in the game and his ability to intimidate his opponents. He claims to be the flyest person in the game, posting up on Camelot with a hundred or so shots, and swimming with the sharks while referring to his rivals as "lobsters." He also shouts out to Kingston where he "keeps Rastas" probably referring to Jamaican allies he has.


In the second verse, NLE Choppa talks about his love for his wealth and money, and how he'll protect it by any means necessary. He brags about his prowess as a shooter and his willingness to use a hollow point bullet on anyone who threatens him. He also makes references to popular culture, saying that he's like Johnny Bravo as he flexes on a woman.


Overall, "Camelot" has a message of aggression, intimidation, and dominance in the world of trap music, and seeks to establish NLE Choppa as a rapper to be reckoned with.


Line by Line Meaning

I ain't gon' say too much when a nigga speakin' on that hot shit
I won't say much when someone is talking about illegal activity.


Fuck the police, 'cause them bitches ain't gon' stop shit
The police won't stop crime, so I hate them.


Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick
Enemy gangs will get shot quickly if they start any trouble.


Flyest nigga in the game, yeah, I'm a cockpit
I'm the coolest and most confident person around.


Posted on Camelot, wit' a hunnid some' shots
I'm hanging out on Camelot with a ton of guns.


I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil nigga you a lobster
I'm tough and can handle danger, but you're weak and helpless.


Bullets heat a nigga up, like he eatin' on some pasta
Bullets make a person feel hot like they're eating hot pasta.


And shout out to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas
I give a shout out to the city of Kingston and keep people who are part of the Rastafarian movement around me.


Step one, step two, do my dance in this bitch
I'm dancing and having fun.


Got a hunnid some' drums like a band in this bitch
I have a lot of guns, like a band has a lot of drums.


Hoe shut the fuck up and jus' gag on this dick
I want a woman to stop talking and perform oral sex.


I'm a side nigga, and I love when she swallow
I'm not the main person in a woman's life, and I enjoy it when she swallows sperm.


That glizzy (yeah), knock ya meat out ya taco
My gun will knock your flesh out of its shell.


Flexin' on ya bitch, they call me Johnny Bravo
I'm showing off in front of a woman, like Johnny Bravo from the cartoon show.


School of hard knocks, let me take you to class
I've learned things through tough experiences and can teach you a lesson.


My bitch is real skinny but she got a lot of ass
My woman is thin, but has a large behind.


If you try to take it from me, his toe gon' have a tag
If you attempt to steal from me, I will shoot you and attach a toe tag to your dead body.


All up in the party (yeah), you know we keep them carbons
We bring guns to parties to protect ourselves.


Bring a nigga chills like I work at Baskin-Robbins ('Robbins)
I scare people like a horror movie or spooky ice cream shop employee.


He speakin' on who? Send his bitch-ass to heaven (who?)
Who is he talking about? If he keeps talking, I'll kill him and send him to heaven.


My niggas they be crippin', they be screamin' out them seven's
My friends are part of the Crips gang, and they yell out their group number (7).


Why you investigating me? 'Cause I don't know a thing
Why are you bothering me with investigations when I have no information about crimes?


And I'ma always keep a solid, I'll never sang (no no)
I will always keep quiet and stay loyal to my group, I won't snitch.


You know I'm Shotta Fam, always gotta rep the gang (Shotta)
I represent my gang, Shotta Family, and remain loyal to it.


Had to snatch his brain (had to snatch that nigga brain)
I killed someone and took their brain.


I had to make it rain (make that mothafucka rain)
I made it rain bullets and shot someone.


R. Kelly let that fuckin' choppa sing, yeah (make it sing)
I'm firing my gun so much, it sounds like R. Kelly's singing voice.




Lyrics Β© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Bryson Potts, Darzell Triplett

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