Servin Killa Kam

Lyrics

In a war zone with the hittas
 Yeah, check gang though
 I'ma pop up on you in the latest
 Count my racks up, take a little dope
 Get my pistol, I don't trust these folk
 I fuck with shawty 'cause she don't post (post, post)
 These niggas, yeah, yeah, know I'm the GOAT
 St. Regis, 27th floor
 I'm with some heathens, they doin' the most (most, most)
 Christian Louboutin, blood on the floor (floor, floor)
 I'm so militant, Valentino camo
 Maserati (woo), that's a body
 I be fresh (woo), Osh B'gosh
 Poor or pimp, do or die
 Buyin' presidential by the ten pack, ran an M up in the Cadillac
 I was gettin' it on the air mattress, servin' rocks in some Air Maxes
 Blendin' in with my habitat, hit it hard, then double back
 Credit card, that was scammer time, undecided then I drove by it
 Benz coupe with the white tires, what's your prototype?
 In a 305, drivin' 105
 On the 95, hammer on my side
 I've been way too quiet, I get way too fly
 I got water diamonds, throw 'em on a dyke
 I got an orange light, I got some green kush
 I got some clear ice, you need to stay put
 I got on white socks, give me some white top
 I got a white Richard Mille, cost a whole car
 I came up from out the field, workin' that ol' boy
 Servin' Killa Cam, bought a new toy
 This that Juelz Santana, rockin' them Gucci bandanas
 Bought a pink poodle for a stack, gave it to shawty for her birthday
 Had her posted up on the runway, I'm gettin' like Floyd with the grandé
 Slangin' that raw on the runway, pourin' up drank on a Tuesday
 I was on a yacht on a Tuesday, keep it on God, come Tuesday
 Maserati truck on Tuesday, better keep up, don't lose me
 Gettin' geeked up, I'm exclusive
 Two cell phones, and I'm ruthless
 Two cups on, and I'm vicious
 In a war zone with the hittas
 I was goin' in the house with the vision
 I done came back out with a million
 I was hypnotizin' yay', I was cookin' up powder yay'
 I was makin' it shower yay', for 43 hours, yay
 I'm proud to say I made it, got the whole damn world invaded
 3K hit the phone, I ain't save it
 I be sittin' in the 'yo when they hatin'
 I'ma pop up on you in the latest
 She was talkin' that shit and I paid it
 Count my racks up, take a little dope
 Get my pistol, I don't trust these folk
 I fuck with shawty 'cause she don't post (post, post)
 These niggas, yeah, yeah, know I'm the GOAT
 In a 305, drivin' 105
 On the 95, hammer on my side
 This that Juelz Santana, rockin' them Gucci bandanas
 Servin' Killa Cam, bought a new toy
 Bought a new toy
 Bought a new toy
 Servin' Killa Cam
 This that Juelz Santana, rockin' them Gucci bandanas
 

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Duration
03:06
Key
8
Tempo
144 BPM

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