From Point B To A

Told her that's it's campboyz she fuck with the camp

**** we gon bang this out the speakers with the amp

I been goin hard I'm the preacher I'm a champ

Bitch I feel like I'm a minister

I can't cuff no bitch no I can't be yo mister

Bitch I'm ghost I'm yo mystery

And I be smokin on this gas like it's hickory

Gone off with the wind

Shoutout all my dawgs wanna see em win

Since the damn sandbox we been rollin clocks

Its campboyz the band dropped it ain't no camp rock

The Bag talk

Conversation we ain't talkin bout no thotties

Brotha smoke that gas yall be tweakin off that molly

I don't fuck with **** that be actin like some zombies

Still gon keep it pushin put my life up on a dolly

Damn

Memory fucked up, I been gettin fucked up

With a fuckin lightweight, sippin til the sun up

I'm just tryna get a bag you know how I do

Tryna get out the house so i can bust a move

I was tryna run out in the field

Gotta practice what i preach so i can keep it real

She put a price on it

Like shawty what's the deal?

That bitch ain't got no discount you know i gotta peel

**** what's the deal?

Shawty what's the deal?

Yea we gon rock out

Told em bring da dogs out

Kicked them **** out the stu told em not to talk loud

They freed my pops up out the mothafuckin dog pound

Ain't got no keys to my heart you get locked out

Dreamin bout some better days

Full time shifts got me clockin in for better pay

Still gon shine today ain't no matter what the weather made

From point B to A, switchin lanes up on the interstate

408 where I'm from better get it straight

Ima elevate hella high when I smoke a steak

Police hit my trail, then I'm gone ima pray today

Bitch I'm allergic to yo faith you be hella fake