MGK, Doe Boy - Killa Cam Freestyle lyrics
MGK [Machine Gun Kelly] Colson Baker [Cleveland, Ohio, U.S.] 🇺🇸
Cotrell Dennard
[MGK, Doe Boy - Killa Cam Freestyle lyrics]
Alright, we're live from the homies backyard
And today we got Doe Beezy
Stepping in the cypher oh, really?
Yeah, oh, really?
Big Doe Beezy, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Muhfuckin' king of Cleveland speakin'
You hear me? (yeah)
Real band money gang, real band murder gang
Man topshot or Don Dotta, first 48 gang, man
Step on everything, hold on
All this water on my wrist
You try this shit you gon' get drenched
Barely shoot 'cause I got rich but
Still drop thirty off the bench
Should've upped that bitch quick
But he was too latе
Forty hittin' that bitch like
Creshawn and Bluefacе, uh
You ain't wit' the shit's then
You can't spinwith us you ain't murder gang
Can't name no gangsta shit you did with us
(Haha) , uh
Nigga better duck, he see me lift it up
He tried to score on me like
DraftKings I blew his ticket up
Used to be a problem
They had me banned at Rolling Loud
Reaching for my chain, I up this bitch
Blow in the crowd (Haha)
Run your chicken up, boy
All that broke shit outta style
Big steppa, two feet in
Don't get out of bounds
Tried my white boy and he got whacked
Dragged him out the club
Like I'm security, damn, i forgot I rap
(Damn) ask 'em, I be front line, Beezy
Don't sit in the back, grr
Put you on a shirt for cheap
It look like TJ Maxx
MGK my nigga, never met Cudi
Ain't saying he ain't from Cleveland
I just never met buddy (Haha)
Demon not a preacher
I can't go like Corey Bapes
A nigga play then, I'ma go out like Q Money
Glizzy on my hip, I up the switch
I ain't gon' miss
I don't miss when I'm on hit's and
I damn sure don't miss a bitch
We on your strip, uh
Bitch, I bet your set dip, I send that blitz
Thought I was recording 'em on my Story
He saw that flashlight on that blick, oh
Really?
Y'all should listen when I'm spitting
'cause I'm really saying somethin'
There's a difference between who's
Authentic and portraying somethin'
(Ha ha ha)
There's a difference between independence
And your label frontin'
Like there's a difference
Between being legendary
And just having your name buzzin'
Blood don't mean nothin'
I'm closer with Slim than my real cousin
Fuck twelve, Jojo's down thirteen
That's a baker's dozen (Ha ha ha)
Ate a chicken leg playin' Chicken
Head while her face thumpin'
The friction from it make noise like
When a cricket's legs rubbin'
I was aiming for her
Mouth, couldn't control it
Now her hair crunchy
Left and hit Dover Street Market
Spent a hundy (Ha ha ha)
I'm a serial fashion killer like Ted Bundy
I spend it all on Saturday
I could be dead Sunday
I'm really nice with this
I watch reaction videos
You missed some bars so I need
You to listen twice to this
Like if I say I'm a monster
I don't mean metaphorically
I mean I'm genetically spliced with it
Lyrically Christ with it
Fear of God Nike fit
My boy Bean used to have
Crack inside his Nike kicks (Ha ha ha)
That's not my lane, give me a beat
Don't care what type it is
I'm 'bout to recite viruses on
Whoever's mic this is
Y'all won't give me my flowers
But y'all hypin' this?
Ears must be damaged, someone Mike Tyson'd it
(Ha ha ha)
The flow's tight like Ice Spice's fit
But my ricks loose like my
4X white tee in 2006
Ayy, I've known Doe Boy since 2006
I really opened for Gucci Mane in 2006
(Ha ha ha) i used to drop songs and
Only get two thousand clicks
Now I can stack plaques up
Like two thousand bricks
All my boys self-employed got the banks
No Lloyd
At the crib lotta toys, got a kid, no LAROI
(Haha)
Got the fridge with LaCroix's, smokin' loud
Fuck the noise
Used her throat not her voice
She ate the nut like Almond Joy
I got a driver he pulls up, go "beep, beep"
Actin' like I ever quit rappin', y'all sleep
Sleep (Ha ha ha)
I wore some pink and now
He thinkin' I'm sweet, sweet
We left the club and cooked
His ass like street meat
Feelin' like Cam'ron turn the camera on
Look at the Jewels reppin' the O-Boy
Not the Juelz Santana song (Ha ha ha)
I've had this number too damn long
Don't hit me if it's not 'bout money
I want my texts green like Samsung
Yeah you know the fuck goin'
On, Cleveland stand up, man
(Ha ha ha) beezy, man, yeah, me
Y'all come holler at us we wanna
Make it through that city see you at the top
Etch up
And today we got Doe Beezy
Stepping in the cypher oh, really?
Yeah, oh, really?
Big Doe Beezy, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Muhfuckin' king of Cleveland speakin'
You hear me? (yeah)
Real band money gang, real band murder gang
Man topshot or Don Dotta, first 48 gang, man
Step on everything, hold on
All this water on my wrist
You try this shit you gon' get drenched
Barely shoot 'cause I got rich but
Still drop thirty off the bench
Should've upped that bitch quick
But he was too latе
Forty hittin' that bitch like
Creshawn and Bluefacе, uh
You ain't wit' the shit's then
You can't spinwith us you ain't murder gang
Can't name no gangsta shit you did with us
(Haha) , uh
Nigga better duck, he see me lift it up
He tried to score on me like
DraftKings I blew his ticket up
Used to be a problem
They had me banned at Rolling Loud
Reaching for my chain, I up this bitch
Blow in the crowd (Haha)
Run your chicken up, boy
All that broke shit outta style
Big steppa, two feet in
Don't get out of bounds
Tried my white boy and he got whacked
Dragged him out the club
Like I'm security, damn, i forgot I rap
(Damn) ask 'em, I be front line, Beezy
Don't sit in the back, grr
Put you on a shirt for cheap
It look like TJ Maxx
MGK my nigga, never met Cudi
Ain't saying he ain't from Cleveland
I just never met buddy (Haha)
Demon not a preacher
I can't go like Corey Bapes
A nigga play then, I'ma go out like Q Money
Glizzy on my hip, I up the switch
I ain't gon' miss
I don't miss when I'm on hit's and
I damn sure don't miss a bitch
We on your strip, uh
Bitch, I bet your set dip, I send that blitz
Thought I was recording 'em on my Story
He saw that flashlight on that blick, oh
Really?
Y'all should listen when I'm spitting
'cause I'm really saying somethin'
There's a difference between who's
Authentic and portraying somethin'
(Ha ha ha)
There's a difference between independence
And your label frontin'
Like there's a difference
Between being legendary
And just having your name buzzin'
Blood don't mean nothin'
I'm closer with Slim than my real cousin
Fuck twelve, Jojo's down thirteen
That's a baker's dozen (Ha ha ha)
Ate a chicken leg playin' Chicken
Head while her face thumpin'
The friction from it make noise like
When a cricket's legs rubbin'
I was aiming for her
Mouth, couldn't control it
Now her hair crunchy
Left and hit Dover Street Market
Spent a hundy (Ha ha ha)
I'm a serial fashion killer like Ted Bundy
I spend it all on Saturday
I could be dead Sunday
I'm really nice with this
I watch reaction videos
You missed some bars so I need
You to listen twice to this
Like if I say I'm a monster
I don't mean metaphorically
I mean I'm genetically spliced with it
Lyrically Christ with it
Fear of God Nike fit
My boy Bean used to have
Crack inside his Nike kicks (Ha ha ha)
That's not my lane, give me a beat
Don't care what type it is
I'm 'bout to recite viruses on
Whoever's mic this is
Y'all won't give me my flowers
But y'all hypin' this?
Ears must be damaged, someone Mike Tyson'd it
(Ha ha ha)
The flow's tight like Ice Spice's fit
But my ricks loose like my
4X white tee in 2006
Ayy, I've known Doe Boy since 2006
I really opened for Gucci Mane in 2006
(Ha ha ha) i used to drop songs and
Only get two thousand clicks
Now I can stack plaques up
Like two thousand bricks
All my boys self-employed got the banks
No Lloyd
At the crib lotta toys, got a kid, no LAROI
(Haha)
Got the fridge with LaCroix's, smokin' loud
Fuck the noise
Used her throat not her voice
She ate the nut like Almond Joy
I got a driver he pulls up, go "beep, beep"
Actin' like I ever quit rappin', y'all sleep
Sleep (Ha ha ha)
I wore some pink and now
He thinkin' I'm sweet, sweet
We left the club and cooked
His ass like street meat
Feelin' like Cam'ron turn the camera on
Look at the Jewels reppin' the O-Boy
Not the Juelz Santana song (Ha ha ha)
I've had this number too damn long
Don't hit me if it's not 'bout money
I want my texts green like Samsung
Yeah you know the fuck goin'
On, Cleveland stand up, man
(Ha ha ha) beezy, man, yeah, me
Y'all come holler at us we wanna
Make it through that city see you at the top
Etch up