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1 take - killa kam lyrics

[verse]
i’ve been thinking what them dudes have said
some deep sh*t, will make you lose your head
headshot, won’t make you lose your legs
they’re all p*ssies, never grew as men
type of yutes that wanna run to feds
mask up when i come for them
four man, four sticks, got us hunting men
it can’t be me you’re tryna underest
i hear em talkin’ but i’m talkin’ less
bun skin, i ain’t talkin’ sess
the kicks got the force of a hundred men
in this game you can’t warn the ref
so you can send who you wanna send, got sweets for each and every one of them
treat man like the beat, i gotta body them
f*ck twitter, in the streets i’m gonna follow them
five figures, i was buyin’ fast whips
n*ggas hate but the feds want me captive
i really live this life, i don’t act it
the first time i saw a 30 grand, i thought i smashed it
raised 20 more, i was active
dottied up the wraps, had the cats on a mad ting
9 out of 10 food, sh*t was never average
i had the worker in the trap til’ i sacked him
took the line back
ot on the ends with some white wraps, no lies fam
i bought the s3, 20 bags live cash
might catch me in a renny cah its like that
me i’m tryna get the belly, no tight abs
so you can catch me with a semi, man are like that
cah its like that
before the p*ssy caught me slippin’ mana ride back
true i had to punch up a man but wouldn’t fight back
l!ck that, flip that and buy straps
you can catch me on the block with the right hand
no sideman, middle finger to the p*ssies that don’t like kam
i’m all over the net so check your ipad
i’m fresh home from the pen, i got my life back
oi, they don’t like that
fresh home from the pen, i got my life back
on some road sh*t, you wouldn’t know this
got n*ggas in the trap, gettin’ doe quick
made cash, flip that, got roped in
suttin’s by the hip to get you ghosted
big bags, i was tryna get me holding
sitting out back until i broke in
got this wrap sh*t in my hand so imma hold it
n’ i ain’t talkin’ bout weed when i’m rollin’
its no joke ting, i ain’t fallin’ off
got suttin’ by the hip so imma call the shots
throwin’ cautions to pr*cks, tryna warn them off
kam’s got sweets like a corner shop
straight gorillas in your [?] squad
n*ggas talkin’ about dinners and ain’t bought a box
got me rollin’ with the spinnas cah the jungles hot
m*o*b so we call it mob
we got it boxed off, we l!ck shots off
comin’ from the bottom side but i’m still top
so don’t be settin’ up a shop, you get your shop robbed
four deep, man creep in a hot rod
two heats plus t**th and i got god
man beat, its not beef cah mans soft
rip up any beat i get my hands on
you wanna see me get my hands dirty
like choppin’ up a box and makin’ man work it
get cheeky get a box or hand [?]
had to do the whole stretch, i didn’t land early
some real sh*t, i had to thank birdy
he used to hold sh*t
cah if you didn’t know that, you wouldn’t know this
trap got him independent, made doe quick

- killa kam lyrics

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