Killa Cam (Intro)

Before we get to this killer season

Let's start this shit off with my man 40 Cal

Who am I? 40 Cal motherfucker

Gat to yo back, get down motherfucker

Clown motherfucker

(You will be wondering what are we gonna do now?)

I shoot his truck up just to drive him insane

Give his Rover the new name, the firing range

When we see you, yell fire and aim

'Cause when I fire them things it's like

(You will be wondering what are we gonna do now?)

I gotta watch who with me, watch too pretty

Drop two fifty on a hot new Bentley

But when it come to drops

Say cop too many like, damn

(You will be wondering what are we gonna do now?)

Date with wonderful Cal

(They make Hummers in brown?)

Nah I just shittin' on you, even haters lovin' my style

I'm a roll model

I make the hustlers proud

I make the customers smile

(You will be wondering what are we gonna do now?)

Catch me in them things with Jennifer

BMs with Olivia

If it ain't Vivica or somebody similar

Coming down the block

The suspense is killin' ya like, wow

(You will be wondering what are we gonna do now?)

That's Cal, we see him (We see him)

We leavin' (We leavin')

He's schemin', he be beastin'

Heard he kill people, we believe him

Oh shit he's reaching

(You will be wondering what are we gonna do now?)

(Now now now)

Killa

Killa

Killa

Killa

Killa

(Killa, Killa)

Killa

Killa (Killa)

Dial Killa for murder once, no redial

Just see child, the OG style

And how I used to be wild

This the story of Cameron Ezike Giles one way road to the penal

Yeah the hoosegow, ooh child, you wasn't there

Zeke snitched? If he did, I'd be doing a hundred years

Did the Interstate, big cities, tiny ones

Took over ****'s towns, black ties, tiny bums

Handsome hoods, pretty thugs, but we grimy dun

Cars, cribs, money, had to find me some

Zeke right behind me, dun dun, he play by all the rules

That's why the house is his, the cars, all the jewels

Y'all **** all the fools

You regular married with children

Dog, nine to five, office pool

Couldn't live that life

I need a loft and pool

I had too much class

I ain't report to school

If they report to school, I caught the stool, extort the fool

Took off his jewels, thought he cool, gun to mouth, they often drool

Fuckin' with this wolf, this should be taught to you

Yo money don't matter, what you can't afford to do

Is fuck with me dawg, that could be affordable

Hide yo mom, police protection, that's when I'm cordial

Car's convertible

TVs are portable

Fiends online, coke lines, they come to snort a few

(Killa, Killa)

Killa

Guns, cars, bitches and (Killa)

Weed, smoke, dope (Killa)

Glocks, ox ockin' I'm cocked (Killa)

Cam, fam, damn it's (Killa)

Season and the reason you breathin' (Killa)

Who buy out the bar though? (Killa)

Who far from a star but their car is Gallardo? (Killa)

I was forced to eat, anything you lost I keep

Shot the fifth, then like a Piston, toss the heat (Bye)

Now round the corner, up the block, cross the street

Up fifty flights, aight, where the bosses meet?

And the Porsche is peach, felt like Boston George

Left Boston Market, did deals on Boston Beach

Now I bought the beach, all because they applaud my speech

One **** crossed the chief, I know you heard he lost his teeth

And it's (Killa)

Guns, cars, bitches and (Killa)

Weed, smoke, dope (Killa)

Glocks, ox ockin' I'm cocked (Killa)

Cam, fam, damn it's (Killa)

Season and the reason you breathin' (Killa)

Who buy out the bar though? (Killa)

Who far from a star but their car is Gallardo? (Killa)

Killa

Killa

Killa

Killa