Get on y'all *** y'all
play with me like I ain't worse
Tryna gossip on the blogs like
y'all ain't said my name first
He a junkie
He ain't shot his gun yet
He blame Percs
Shot a video
And had a shootout
in the same shirt
What you know 'bout
poppin' out and tryin' to
hit they face first
They like Smurk
Your *** be trippin'
Better put your case first
Chokin' who
I heard them rumors
****** better play slow
I don't want no ******
who you catch
I want the one I paid for
We on his ***
He in the A
You see how long they
stay for
Ain't no hotel room
We pop outside the Hyatt
with Dracos
Hellcats
They get off any scene
The police chase those
Trollin' ***
We shot your homie
We ain't know he can
take those
If I say your name
Don't post it
Opps be on all kind of ****
I ain't got time to
watch your page to
see if ****** died or ****
I know ******* set you up
Literally ****** dyin' to hit
In this industry ain't
what it seem
His **** be counterfeit
Ain't no lackin'
She say I'm a ***** from the
trenches with a accent
Why you askin' me who
shot your homie
Why you askin'
You got my number
You post **** on the 'Gram
You movin' backwards
You lucky I don't be
doin' **** for the 'Gram
You ****** cowards
Better not believe no rumors
Rest in peace to Koopa
I jumped on a school bus
And I had brung a Ruger
Always drunk an 8th of Act'
I never drunk a cooler
They get your location they
might pop outside in Ubers
When his goofy **** jumped
in the streets his *** a hooper
I know this **** don't matter
I took a shower with a cougar
Bring him out retirement
He gon' kill you for that mula
Catch him in the mornin'
Wake him up that boy a rooster
He took it to trial
I tried to tell him
it was stupid
They gave him so much time
His knees got weak and
he was woozy
Watch the **** you say
The feds be listenin' to
the music
And they gon' take your lyrics
And build a case and
try to use it
D.A. dropped my murder
Didn't have evidence to
prove it
I think my house is haunted
Yeah by who
The ghost of Pookie
He ain't killed nobody
But keep rappin' 'bout
the shootin'
Still ain't got revenge yet
But keep makin' up excuses
'Cuz done drunk so much lean
that his gut got big as Gucci's
Told him quit while he ahead
And don't go out like
Whitney Houston
He got caught without it
Now they robbin' him for
his rubies
He wouldn't give it up
So he got buried in his Cuban
Better not believe no rumors
Rest in peace to Koopa
I jumped on a school bus
And I had brung a Ruger
Always drank an 8th of Act'
I never drunk a cooler
They get your location they
might pop outside in Ubers
When his goofy **** jumped
in the streets his *** a hooper
I know this **** don't matter
I took a shower with a cougar
Bring him out retirement
He gon' kill you for that mula
Catch him in the mornin'
Wake him up that boy a rooster