Kooler Final Form lyrics

[Intro]
Hold on, hold on, now let me, uh
Pour the Wock' for sure, it's drought, it left me low on line
Forty c*cked, shoulders popped, you know your homie opp
You know your homie other side, we don't f*ck with dawg
You and your homies 'bout to die 'cause you f*ck with dawg
Hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm, ayy
(June, you're a genius)

[Chorus]
Mmm, I'll shoot this b*tch up
I'll catch a attitude and shoot this b*tch up
Catch a attitude and shoot this b*tch up
You know Vito big cuz, you know he know big Blood
Catch a attitude and shoot this b*tch up
You know Vito big cuz, you know he know big Blood, ayy

[Verse]
Got that Lamb' for my people like I'm serving 'caine
I just re-rocked that b*tch, still won't snort a thing
I just give it to a white b*tch, enjoy your day
Nah, I just feed it to a white b*tch, A1 yay
Plug put a package on Big Skub, it take one day
Blood get it brackin', know I'm Bool, I make my plays
Prepare the food, I'm in the kitchen, say your grace
Grab your plate, if you a fiend, you savor the taste
Dude, you don't know a damn thing 'bout the whip cook
You can't even show the Skuba how a 'script look
Workin' so much girl, I get rules out the pimp book
b*tches on the corner say I look how a pimp look
Hoes in the hood say I look like a superhero
f*ck a b*tch, she catch my nut, now that's a souvenir
Bust a n*gga in his eye, now he Zubaira
If I drop a bomb on a n*gga, that b*tch nuclear
Get to firin' on a n*gga if he new here
We can't let no Donnie Brasco through here
My n*ggas snitchin', life in prison, my only two fears
Real n*ggas and ho n*ggas, only two tiers
He got two tears tatted on his face
But he start cryin' when D Money up that Drac'
Huh, b*tch, I've been chewin', get to f*ckin up this pape'
Put that bag on your head, get to f*ckin' up your everything
Put that bag on your head, n*ggas finished
Bro, we got that bad motherf*cker with the titties
Huh, I'll put some money on your people doin' a sentence
Catch a n*gga baby mama leavin' out them visits
Smoking Mad Dawg Cookies, cup Wockhardt, Grimace
AR knock any n*gga off the premises
Got the chop from RE, get to shootin' at my nemesis
Resident Evil in this b*tch, I go zombie mode
Air this b*tch out, I don't like what type of time he on
Spread this sh*t out, better find out what side he on
Headshot 'til the neck shot, get his body gone
Chest shot 'til his stomach shot, get his body gone
Hollow-tip through his earlobe while he on the phone
.45 to a n*gga nostril, lil' snotty nose
He think it's a joke, bust a n*gga in his funny bone
Huh, what he say? Nah, n*gga what the f*ck he on?
Hmm, nah, what the f*ck he mean?
I'll cut a n*gga throat, see how much he bleed
Love my trap, don't get nothin', can't touch these P's
Huh, let's shoot, pay me first, you can suck on these
Pause
Tell your b*tch she can suck on these
b*tch, get on them knees
Deal with you when I'm done
Hmm, yeah, I'll kill you when I'm done
Yeah, shoot a n*gga for fun
Used to have to do it for funds
Real sh*t, this about to be my fifth summer
Hmm, in my bity on tip, with that sh*t on us
Huh, we ain't beefin' with no snitch, shoot the big homies
Huh, we ain't sparin' sh*t, shoot the b*tch on 'em
Huh, we done pulled up dark tint with that b*tch on me
Hmm, thinkin' 'bout them n*ggas who switched on me
Hmm, f*ck it, mind my business, get rich on 'em
Make 'em think every time they see you, you got a brick on you (Dude)
[Chorus]
Catch a attitude, shoot this b*tch up
Hmm, hmm, shoot this b*tch up, hmm, hmm
Catch a attitude and shoot this b*tch up
You know Vito big cuz, you know he know big Blood
Catch a attitude and shoot this b*tch up
Vito, know he big cuz, you know he know big Blood, uh
Catch a attitude and shoot this b*tch up
Vito, know he big cuz, you know he know big Blood, uh (June, you're a genius)