Future - Servin Killa Kam lyrics

Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn

[Future - Servin Killa Kam lyrics]

In the war zone with the hitters
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, twenty-seventh 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
Po Pimp, Do or Die
Buyin' presidentials 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 the 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 the 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 a full three 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 the 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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