K.I.L.L.A.S. feat. Cam'Ron

歌詞

Woo, woo They talkin' bout real niggas back in style Look, we never went nowhere We just had to turn to a secret society 'Cause too many sucka niggas got a blue check And thought they was somebody You know who I'm with Killas, killas, killas Brand new Richard Mille Timbs on when I step through the city Gucci North Face when it get chilly See them robbers? Yeah, them killas is with me Killas, on top of the buildings, killas I'm droppin' the ceiling, killas She left you on read to hop in this red Maybach with the killas Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide 'Cause we got them FNs, she sneak 'em inside We takin' them shots, but you still alive We eyein' your section, yeah, we 'bout to slide We roll up our sleeves, we light up your Live We don't want to debt it, we ready to die Meet you in Heaven, we up in the sky Tell God we killas Killas, killas, killas Killas, killas, killas Tell God we killas Killas, killas, kill Killas, killas, killas, huh She textin' me (Right), he wan' take her phone (Damn) She broke his heart (So), he wanna break a bone (So) Talkin' bout you bad (Bad), every time I make her moan (Moan) Said she ran the crib, you Kyrie, you can't play at home (Sheesh) Wanna know about me, just ask, nigga They'll tell you that I'm that nigga Two hoes, Jack Tripper Don't confuse me with these rap niggas (No) My .45'll still slap niggas Worse than that, I'll spray the MAC, nigga Don't play with Game and don't play no games Wanna play games, they got apps, nigga (Apps, nigga) Cargo off of this game, twenty-four acres in Spain But go to Google, type in "Harlem", what pop up? My nickname, it's Killa, killa, killa, killa Killa, killa, killa, killa I'm finna go catch me a body She up in the lobby, I think her name Dotty She fuck with them Saudis, she be in them Audis Pink toes, Cam said she a thotty I be in Abu Dhabi Lewis Hamilton head-ass nigga, racin' Ferraris Richard Mille on chill Playboy, this watch is a Carti' I stepped on her Valentinos with my Air Forces on Think I said sorry? Fuck I look like, Steve Harvey? Money bags got her acting like she Ari (She not) Saweetie, Kehlani, Mulatto, Normani And her, yeah, her The one with the dots, both queens Nicki and Naija, Rubi and Siza- My bad, SZA Lizzo, she a killa Chloe Bailey, she a killa Can't forget about her sister She a killa Dream Doll, killa To be a killa, you gotta be BIA Brown skin, I need a Lupita Type of chick I could vibe with Hold the Draco for me, slide with Rick Owen boots make her 6'5" But when she fuckin', she 5'6" Got a threesome for the Wi-Fi Gave it to her, got a high five No reception in the high rise Shoulder shrug, bye-bye Least you leavin' with a Brand new Richard Mille Timbs on when I step through the city Gucci North Face when it get chilly See them robbers? Yeah, them killas is with me Killas, on top of the buildings, killas I'm droppin' the ceiling, killas She left you on read to hop in this red Maybach with the killas Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide 'Cause we got them FNs, she sneak 'em inside We takin' them shots, but you still alive We eyein' your section, yeah, we 'bout to slide We roll up our sleeves, we light up your Live We don't want to debt it, we ready to die Meet you in Heaven, we up in the sky Tell God we killas Killas, killas, killas Killas, killas, killas Tell God we killas