Killa Cam
Killa Cam
Killa Cam
Killa killa
Killa Cam

With the goons I spy
Stay in tune with ma
She like damn
This the realest since kumbaya
Bumbayay killa Cam my lord
Still the man with the pants
Scrilla fam, more on board
Now bitches They wanna neuter me
Niggas They wanna tutor me
The hooligan in Hoolahands
Maneuvering is nothin' new to me
Doggy I'm from the land of grind
Pan pan gram or dime
Not toes or MC
When I say hammertime

Beef I hammer mine
When I get my hands on nines
If I had on bammerline
Corduroys Cam a shine
Canary burgundy
I call it lemon red
Yellow diamonds in my ear
Call 'em lemon heads
Lemon head end up dead
Ice like Winnipeg
Gemstones, Flintstones
You could say I'm friends with Fred
You unhappy scrappy
I got Pataki at me
Bitches say I'm tacky daddy
Range look like Laffy Taffy

Kill Cam
Killa Cam
Killa Cam
Killa killa
Killa Cam

I'm from where Nicky Barns got rich as fuck
Rich and Nay hit the kitchen then were pitchin' up
Rob base, Mase, Doug E Fresh switched it up
I do both who am I to fuck tradition up
So I parked in a tow-away zone, chrome
I don't care that car a throwaway homes
Welcome to Harlem
Where you welcome to problems
Off a furlo fella felons get parkings
Them niggas knew we bang
Stood out like Pootie Tang
Soon as the stoolie sang
That's when the toolie sang
Bang bang came from that movie rang
Snap crack jewelry bling

Flat jack who he bring
Clack clack cooley ring
Bad rap cuties claim
Ascap put em in the river
I'm the sushi king
And I'm keep it fresh
Let the fish eat ya flesh
Yes sir please confess
Just say he's the best
How dope is this
Teach you how to rope a chick
What you want, Coke or piff
I got it all smoke or sniff
And you know my drift
Used to figures, doe and shit

You a rooster nigga
This a roaster bitch
And I roast ya bitch
That's how it usually end
Tell her and her groupie friends
Go get they Gucci cleanse
We the moody Gucci Louie and Pucci men
Or skada Prada
The chopper it got the Uzi lens
Bird's eye view
The birds I knew
Flip birds
Bird gang
It was birds I flew
And word I blew
Or herb I grew
I would serve on stoops
Now I swerve in coupes

Writer : LLOYD POLITE, VERONIKA BOZEMAN, JASPER TREMAINE CAMERON, MAURICE SINCLAIR, JASME BRABHAM
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group