Bright Campa’s finale of expressing assertiveness and confidence, assets were made. Tonight this is for the girls, go, and party after your bills are paid. It’s going down at the crib, you’re a hater if you’re upset about what I did. Friday in New York, what’s more, to point out?
lyrics
[Intro]
Ooh
No, no, no
No, no
[Verse 1: Bright Campa]
In peace, may you rest
Never ever shoot below the neck
You a rookie, I'm a vet (I'm a vet!)
That's why I got a Glock (Yeah!)
You got a TEC, not checkers (Not checkers)
This chess (Nigga chess)
I flooded out my Patek with baguettes (Yeah)
I curve Tiffany (Who?), for Jess (What?)
Need to get myself together, I'm a mess (Straight up)
In Bikini Bottom, I'm with Sandy (Sandy!)
Moesha keep on drinkin' all the Brandy (Brandy!)
Keisha eat the molly like its candy (Yah, yah)
Bodyslam a nigga like I'm Randy (Uh)
Yeah, I'm a hot hitter (Uh)
I'm a guap getter (Get pop!)
Leave a thot bitter (Boom!)
Get your block hit up (Ye!)
Oh, you think you in a group?
Get that shit split up (Straight up)
Tryna suck me laying down
I make that bitch sit up (Campa, Campa!)
Yeah, hot box, dirty stick
Case closed (Case closed)
We grill beef, nigga, charcoal (Uh oh)
Sellin' pussy, her vajay-jay got a barcode (Oh Whoa)
These broke-ass niggas need Jobco (Jobco)
Used to use EBT to get seafood (Whoa)
Now I Uber Eats when I want Kiku (Kiku!)
She wanna hang out and let the gang G you (G you!)
Metro worth a lot of M's, nigga, me too
[Chorus: Bright Campa]
Hangin' off my earlobes is a rock (A rock!)
Hangin' off my waistline is a Glock (A Glock)
The body in that casket was a opp (An opp)
I don't throw no bottles, I throw shots (Campa!)
All this drip on me, I need a mop (Uh-huh!)
Balenciaga's boxers and the socks (Yeah!)
I got 10 freaky girls in my crib (Yeah!)
Finna drown in 'em, dawg
Finna drown in 'em
(Finna down in 'em, woo)
[Verse 2: Bright Campa]
Last altercation
Got a hundred rounds in him
All my spots got a lot of bloodhounds in 'em (Brr)
Ain't no furniture
It's just a lot of pounds in 'em (That's right)
Percs, soft, hard, and I got the brown in 'em (Ah!)
Word to bombaclaat, shotta
We don't ramp in 'em (Yeah)
Edgewood, Glenwood
Bouldercrest and the Hamp with 'em (Uh-huh)
Got a lot of sticks
You can get stamped with 'em (Stamped with 'em)
Tryna mediate the beef
You get found with 'em (Uh)
All these chains
Rest in peace to Harriet Tubman (Rest in peace!)
Niggas broke 'cause they doin' too much clubbin'
(Too much clubbin')
Cashed out on all my cars 'cause I'm stubborn (Oh boy)
Zone 6 against the world
That's how I'm comin' (I'm coming!)
I came out the womb, I was thuggin' (Yeah)
Ain't no fistfights, niggas uppin' (Upping!)
Rappers say they want smoke, but they bluffin' (Pew!)
When you see 'em face-to-face (Pew!)
It ain't nothin' (Nothing!)
[Chorus: Bright Campa]
Hangin' off my earlobes is a rock (A rock!)
Hangin' off my waistline is a Glock (A Glock!)
The body in that casket was a WAP
I don't throw no bottles, I throw shots (Campa!)
All this drip on me, I need a mop (Uh-huh!)
Balenciaga's boxers and the socks (Yeah!)
I got 10 freaky girls in my crib (Yeah!)
I got 10 freaky girls in the crib
[Outro: Bright Campa]
You know it's funny
It's funny blowing up like this, you know?
Gotta be strong in this world
Can't let no nigga phase you
That also goes for my girls
credits
from How Did I Get Here?,
released December 23, 2022
Produced by Metro Boomin
Written By
Bright Campa
Recorded At
Bright Campa Studio
Release Date
October 1, 2022
Remix Of
10 Freaky Girls by Metro Boomin (Ft. 21 Savage)
