Calling Me Killer Songtext

[Lil’ Wayne] 

Killer! 

Huh? 

Callin’ Lil’ Wayne (Wayne) a… 

…killer! 

What? What? 

Killer! 

What? What? 

Check!

Hold up, you now under the deep cover of the lil’ slugger 

Callin’ me head busta 

Run with me K — blucka 

Niggas done fled from-a… 

…me infrared, sucka 

If him wan’ play, busta,… 

…come make me dead, busta 

Bein’-a half-way out my nappy head 

But I don’t care — I just grab my clip, slap and spray 

Anywhere — it don’t matter where a nigga stay 

Just believe me when I say, «Guerrilla warfare» 

I swear, it be some more drama about these bags 

Niggas in black drive Jags — camouflage rags 

Niggas’ domes get bust wide open with blood and sweat 

Niggas ridin’ off in Hummers — laughin’, drinkin’ Moette 

You know me: Colleon, standin’ four feet 

I’m to-tin’ cannons, wearin’ Rolies 

See, these lil’ boys, they ain’t really up on my game 

But once I run into that nigga playin’ with Wayne, man 

See, when I spin-a you bend then I be on you block 

But when me jump out with the chop-chop, my nogga, you drop 

Now where your niggas at, comradie? They not with you now 

I guess they heard that when I’m ridin’ I make the crew stop 

Now, is you ’bout what I’m ’bout? 

If you ’bout what I’m ’bout, you ’bout drama 

Thuggin’ in broad day with four glocks, a knife, and a chopper 

I’m runnin’ away, don’t get in my way 

My nigga! 

Callin’ me head busta! 

Callin’ callin’ me killer! 

(Hook [Lil’ Wayne]) 

Them callin’ me killer 

Them callin’ me head busta, Cash Money nigga 

My niggy, when I’m out late call me what you want 

Full of blunts 

Look out your window, see who in the front 

Me!

Them callin’ me killer 

Them callin’ me head busta, Cash Money nigga 

My niggy, when I’m out late call me what you want 

Full of blunts 

Look out your window, see who in the front

[Lil’ Wayne] 

Check! 

Now as the heat flame up 

Them lookin’-a down the street, them think they see Wayne truck 

Him whole block don’t scare me ’cause me get me thing and bust 

Them know that Hot Boys known to be dangerous 

Now U.P.T. come down — chopper city in the ghetto, my man 

Now who that be in the car with the chopper? Oh, it’s Lil’ Wayne 

I get my K — cock, aim, and put holes in your brain 

Give me that rag, you ain’t no soldier — wipe the blood off my chain 

Gettin’ blisty… 

…off in a black F-150 

‘Bout to do the old usual — hit your block, just spittin’ 

Heads spinnin’ like a set of seventeens or somethin’ 

Respect me for who I be: seventeen, head-bustin’ 

Because-

(-Hook [Lil’ Wayne])

[Lil’ Wayne] 

Check! 

Original Hot Boy — land-cruisin’ with guns 

I shall be the one who burn the block up 

Never miss when I distribute anger up out my Cali’ 

Hundred shots automatic 

Leave ya hopeless in the alley 

Now, when a nigga runs up 

If the nigga loveless (like me) would have his guns up 

Just because of the simple fact that I’m a Hot Boy,… 

…and got boys that got toys to stop noise 

See, when me ride off in the Hummer, leave him set empty 

Now him catch three ’cause him want beef 

Now, me tried to tell the stupid boy, «Don’t mess-a with me.» 

Now look at him — open up his casket and see 

Click-clack my mack, twist my Philly cap to the back 

Jump in the black and scream «war», and just «pow! pow!» 

How you love me now? With five barrels to your eye 

The scene gets wild, and everybody gon’ die 

What the dillio? Fill a four-four clip 

You’ll get flipped for runnin’ off at the lip 

Who behind the gun slang,… 

…blood hang,… 

…and twistin’? 

It’s Mis-ter Wayne 

Come splittin’ when I spit

(Hook- [Lil’ Wayne])

[Lil’ Wayne] 

-Me! 

See, them callin’ me killer 

Huh? 

Because them callin’ me killer 

What? 

Them niggas callin’ me killer 

Them callin’ me head busta, Cash Money nigga 

What? 

Callin’ me killer 

(Killer) 

Callin’ me killer 

(Killer) 

Them callin’ me killer (Killer!) 

Them callin’ me head busta, Cash Money nigga (Killer!) 

Killer! 

What?

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