K Camp – Pineapple Juice (Audio, Lyrics)

K Camp - Pineapple Juice (prod. London Ruth, J-RoD & Bobby Kritical)

Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download, read the lyrics to K Camp’s newest song titled “Pineapple Juice”. The song was co-produced by London Ruth, J-RoD & Bobby Kritical.

K Camp Pineapple Juice
K Camp Pineapple Juice

It’s been a huge year for K Camp already. Though he’s been delivering a consistent stream of music throughout his career, he shifted the game after his single, “Lottery” went viral, thanks to the world of TikTok. It set a new precedent for how music breaks and his consumed. By the time the song went viral, Camp was already moving forward with his next move.

This weekend, he returned with a muddy new banger titled, “Pineapple Juice.” The new single is muddy and ferocious, though Camp plays it cool throughout the track with effortless flexes and braggadocious bars. The new single could very well be a strong indication that K Camp is readying the release of the deluxe edition of KISS 5 which he teased earlier this week.

K Camp – Pineapple Juice (prod. London Ruth, J-RoD & Bobby Kritical)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Back in this bitch, she throw the pussy, I bet that I hit
Roll me a spliff, shawty, she just wanna ride like a lift
Look who I’m with, the gang, nigga, I hope you don’t trip
Bitch, you know how I came, she fell in love with the drip
(Bobby, this shit hard)
Get it and split it, I fuck up the city and shit
Give you the paws like a kitty, I am not kidding
No NFL but we blitzing, I heard that your ho went missing
Coupe got recliner seats, I like my hundreds real neat
Like to have sex on the beach, I fell in love with a freak (For sure)
I fell in love with the blues
Your shawty want me, just let the ho choose
Couple racks spent on my shoes
You know how I move, they watch like the news
I got the waves like a cruise
Fuck on the hoes by the twos
Fuck on the hoes by the threes

[Refrain]
Look at my neck, VV
Look at my wrist, VV
Look at my fist, VV
Look at my ears, VV
Look at her purse, CC
I know these niggas see me
I know these niggas see us
I know my brothers my brothers (Woah)
Play with the goat, they gon’ bust (Let’s go)

[Verse 2]
Play with the goat, they gon’ rush (Woah)
Rush it just like Lynch (Lynch)
Rush it just like bail
Just got the pack in the mail
I got the salt for a snail
I got the opps on my trail
Bitch, I’m the new Makavel’
Hate when my hundreds feel stale (Damn)
Bankroll back pocket, left pocket rocket pocket
Racks on my CashApp, bitch, where your cash at?
Tee from Express
Get on the mic and express
I put this dick on her mouth (And what?)
I put this dick on her breasts (Ooh)
I got on [?]
Smoking A grade just like a test
Look, I done made me a mess
Mama said that I’m a mess
Mama said that I’m the greatest
Mama, she call me black Jesus
Look how I’m walking on water
Bought me some new angel pieces (Yeah, yeah)
[?] like Reese’s Pieces
Shoutout my cousins and nieces
Shoutout my uncles and aunts
Baby, this ain’t what you want
Shine, young nigga, shine
Grind, young nigga, grind
I don’t know about you but I got mine, yeah, I got mine

[Refrain]
Look at my neck, VV
Look at my wrist, VV
Look at my fist, VV
Look at my ears, VV
I know these niggas see me
I know these niggas see us
I know my brothers my brothers (Woah)
Play with the goat, they gon’ bust (Let’s go)

[Outro]
It’s that trappin’ in London muthafucka for sure

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