Intro
All shit came out the blue
Who is that nigga
Bitch I'm Killa Cam
And that's all you need to know my nigga
Hoes been on my dick
I done fucked around n popped out
Stupid lil dumby head hoes
Be so capped out
Hardbody crew stomp the yard
Bitch we heavy steppin
Niggalations 2:23
We shall never lack
Gang slidee on em in style
Srt Jeeps
Shawn that's my brudda
On the guys you bet fuck with heem
Fish came with 2 straps
He on his cowboy shit
Catch him at the red light
Give him green light merry Christmas bitch
My bitch can't handle my lifestyle
She always call me crazy
3180 Put in work
We is not lazy
Running up them muthafuxkin pros
Thanks to them vizas
Get out yo body demons quick to
Send yo ass to Jesus
Fuck around and have my son
Steppin on they son
Heard you nigga crippled and broke
You niggas is done
Gee he on the eway
Doing 150 he can't see straight
But I put 100 he don't miss
He green like 2k
Hit the road in elades
Back to back wu tang
Gang hanging out the window
Yellin baby tony way
Put my last bitch up
She couldnt hold me down
When we play ball
It ain't fair
Knock em out of bounds
Feeling like rich Ron
I'm finna do the most
Up that bitch in sports
Mode flying
Coast to coast
Hit a nigga with these 223s
Burn him like some toast
Chill out Cam
I just hit a stain faneto
And when it's said n done
Get the fellows time to make a toast
Who is that nigga
Bitch I'm Killa Cam
And that's all you need to know my nigga
Hoes been on my dick
I done fucked around n popped out
Stupid lil dumby head hoes
Be so capped out
Hardbody crew stomp the yard
Bitch we heavy steppin
Niggalations 2:23
We shall never lack
Gang slidee on em in style
Srt Jeeps
Shawn that's my brudda
On the guys you bet fuck with heem
Fish came with 2 straps
He on his cowboy shit
Catch him at the red light
Give him green light merry Christmas bitch
My bitch can't handle my lifestyle
She always call me crazy
3180 Put in work
We is not lazy
Running up them muthafuxkin pros
Thanks to them vizas
Get out yo body demons quick to
Send yo ass to Jesus
Fuck around and have my son
Steppin on they son
Heard you nigga crippled and broke
You niggas is done
Gee he on the eway
Doing 150 he can't see straight
But I put 100 he don't miss
He green like 2k
Hit the road in elades
Back to back wu tang
Gang hanging out the window
Yellin baby tony way
Put my last bitch up
She couldnt hold me down
When we play ball
It ain't fair
Knock em out of bounds
Feeling like rich Ron
I'm finna do the most
Up that bitch in sports
Mode flying
Coast to coast
Hit a nigga with these 223s
Burn him like some toast
Chill out Cam
I just hit a stain faneto
And when it's said n done
Get the fellows time to make a toast
Credits
Writer(s): Tyrone Fyffe
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