You don’t fuck with me, I dont fuck with you, well god damn
I don’t see you meaning, I fuck with you, well god damn
Tell me what this war is just coming to, well god damn
Got 600 guns, 600 troops, well god damn
Well god damn, god damn
God damn, god damn
And I’m dishing out these shots, two for him and two for you
And my chopper got a drum, make it beat like fruity loops
Got this ice on like its snowing, I ain’t talking Gucci boots
And my shorty catch a murder, get right out like Boosie Boo
I ain’t fucking with no basic bitch, something I used to do Hit the block, with them glizzies, too, got us cruising through
All my niggas got them lemons boy, watch us hooley hoop
Tooka gang or fufu gang, tell me which one, who is you
Hit your block up dishing shots, we don’t care bout who is who
I just hop right out a beamer, that’s just something I usually do Got a hundred fucking clips, but we ain’t no movie crew
If you send some shots at us, tell me where you moving to Bitch im coming through, tell me where the fuck I’m coming to I be chasing at the check, thats the shit im running through
With that pussy boy its safe, saying Koopa ran a move
You’d be dead by yesterday, if I really wanted you
Bitch I’m talking money, shoes, these money girls be coming through
Hundred guns, a hundred troops and they talking homi’s too
And my niggas shoot for fun that just gives em something to do And im with the same niggas everyday ain’t nothing new
Boy be cool if you lose its better you do it too
They say Koop, why you do it cause I had to do it to em Got the tool, Ima up this shooter, ain’t gon' show it to em
If he run, ima chase him down and put them bullets to em