K.I.L.L.A.S.

[Intro: Cam'ron]

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

[Pre-Chorus: The Game]

Brand new Richard Mille

Timbs on when I step through the city

Gucci North Face when it get chilly

See them 'Raris? 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 hidе

'Cause we got them FNs, shе 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 dead it, we ready to die

Meet you in Heaven, we up in the sky

[Chorus: The Game, Cam'ron, The Game & Cam'ron]

Tell God we killas

Killas, killas, killas

Killas, killas, killas

Tell God we killas

Killas, killas, killa

Killas, killas, killas, huh

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]

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

[Chorus: Cam'ron, The Game]

Killa, killa, killa, killa

Killa, killa, killa, killa

[Verse 2: The Game]

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

[Chorus: The Game]

Brand new Richard Mille

Timbs on when I step through the city

Gucci North Face when it get chilly

See them 'Raris? 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 dead it, we ready to die

Meet you in Heaven, we up in the sky

[Chorus: The Game]

Tell God we killas

Killas, killas, killas

Killas, killas, killas

Tell God we killas