I don't raise a wrist, I keep eighths of piff
The game's a chick - I'm Kobe - I'ma rape the bytch
Razor grips, lasers spit
Glock cocked. K or fifth
D on the block just like Jadakiss
Haters shift, plead the fifth
Spray the fifth, gator kicks
Ma-t-rix, major chips
I'm your favorite
Cam was the truth like Beans in the booth
Push the rock on the block and when he hoop
Even on the bench

He don't play but he shoot

You a fruit musta been out the loop
Say Hey! Killa pitch the yay to that kid on the stoop
Got a whore in the coupe badder than Betty Boop

She like "Cam... can I shift the stick?"
Ma'am... You can suck my dikk

*zip*
Then you can switch gears from your c*nt to your rear

End is what just might happen if I keep rapping and you keep jacking

But it ain't no thang
"Let's go." Remember? You gotta give good brain to get ya Dipset chain
Yo that rooti, tooti, fruity, Louie is what he usually do

God damn, Travellin' man. Nobody floated like early aughts Killa Cam