Kami Lyrics

A.C.G. I'm a properly smokin' one

Hen smokin' liners, I don't backstream

My nigga Joey, he ain't doin' none

I am the king

A.C.G., just like the A.C.N.T

Scam, I, I, hey

A.C.G., just like the A.C.N.T

Scam God, Noah's Green from the C.V.V

Me and Joey in a track called Colony for Speed

Gamblin' your whole net worth, call me E.X.C

Dritten made a milli', nigga, where your cash at

Nostrils fucked your bitch, James, you got them flashbacks

My nigga Brayden always zoomin' in his scat pack

E.X.C. like Dora with a milli' in his backpack

I be makin' bout a hundred coins in a week

A.C.G., they hittin' targets daily, that's a winning streak

I got fans who would pay just to hear me speak

Smokin' by himself, man, the wood got built for Z

Fuckin' on your girl, then move to the next bitch

Joey in a club with your life on his left wrist

Walkin' to Dior, Louis Gucci with a checklist

Talkin' out on A.C.G., and you would get your house bricked

A.C.G., Kayla movin' on to eight figs

And that's just from Cricket Licks

Liam Cook the baby, that nigga fiends for killin' kicks

A.C.G., Kayla sellin' that Cricket, who gon' place a bid

And Ziodi, how it feel to get tag-teamed

Shorty woke up, she thought it was a bad dream

Chop overweight, this shit got a fat beam

Nigga, how you pour on Discord to a black team

Oppy made 50 bands off of Comcast

Sim swappin' A.C.G. really on that

Pabonita hit a jam, he beyond phat

Moncler with Amiri jeans, we gon' rock that

How you get a seat by a naked nigga on the cam

Finna call your mama Javis, she droppin' her pants

I can tell when he stared, he ain't tryna throw hands

Finna slide racks, $50 just to go dance