Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kooler Final Form, artist - Sada Baby.
Date of issue: 23.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Kooler Final Form |
Hold on, let me |
Photo op was drivin' fo' sho', let me load |
Foley cop, shoulder pop, you know yo' homie opp |
You know yo' homie other side, we don’t fuck wit' dawg |
You and yo' homies 'bout to die 'cause you fuck wit' dawg |
(June, you’re a genius) |
Mmm, shoot this bitch up |
I’ll catch a attitude n' shoot this bitch up |
Catch a attitude and shoot this bitch up |
You know Vito big 'cuz, you know he know big Blood |
Catch a attitude and shoot this bitch up |
You know Vito big 'cuz, you know he know big Blood |
Aye, got that line from my people like I’m servin' 'caine |
I just re-rocked that bitch, still won’t snort a thang |
I just gave it to a white bitch, enjoy yo' day |
I just feed it to a white bitch, A1 yay |
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 yo' grace |
Grab yo plate, if you a fiend you savor the taste, Dub |
You don’t know a damn thang '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 |
Bitches on the corner say I look how a pimp look |
Hoes in the 'hood say I look like a superhero |
Fuck a bitch, catch my nut, now that’s a souvenir |
Bust a nigga in his eye, now he? |
If I drop a bomb on a nigga, that bitch nuclear |
Get the fine on a nigga if he new here |
We can’t let no Donnie Brasco through here |
My niggas snitchin', life in prison, only two fears |
Real niggas and hoe niggas, only two tiers |
Got two tears tatted on his face, but |
He start cryin' when D Money up that Drake |
Bitch, I been chewin', get to fuckin up the pap' |
Put that bag on yo' head, get to fuckin' up yo' everything |
Put that bag on yo' head, niggas finished |
Bro, we got that bad motherfucker wit' the titties |
I’ll put some money on yo' people doin' a sentence |
Catch a nigga baby mama leavin' out them visits |
Smoke a mad dog, cookies cup, rock hard grimace |
AR knock any nigga off the premise |
Got this chop from RE, get to shootin' at me nemesis |
Resident Evil in this bitch, I go zombie maw |
Air this bitch out, I don’t like what kind of time he on |
Spread this bitch out, better find out what side he on |
Headshot to the neck shot, get this body gone |
Chest shot to the stomach shot, get this body gone |
Hollow to his earlobe while he on the phone |
4−5 to the nigga nostril, a snotty nose |
You think it’s a joke, bust a nigga in his funny bone |
What he say, nah, nigga what the fuck he on |
Naw, what the fuck he mean? |
I’ll cut a nigga throat, see how much he bleed |
Love my trap, don’t get nothin', can’t touch these P’s |
Let’s shoot, pay me first, you can suck on these |
Pause |
Tell yo' bitch she can suck on these |
Bitch, get on them knees |
Deal wit' you when I’m done |
Hm, yeah, I’ll kill you when I’m done |
Yeah, shoot a nigga for fun |
Used to have to do it for funds |
Real shit, this about to be my fifth summer |
In my bidi, on tip, with that shit on us |
We ain’t beefin' wit' no snitch, shoot the big homies |
We ain’t sparin' shit, shoot the bitch on 'em |
We done pulled a dirt 10 with that bitch on me |
Hm, thinkin' 'bout them niggas who snitched on me |
Hm, fuckin' mind my business, get rich on 'em |
Make 'em think every time they see you, you got a brick on you |
Catch a attitude, shoot this bitch up |
Hm, hm, shoot this bitch up |
Hm, catch a attitude and shoot this bitch up |
You know Vito big 'cuz, you know he know big Blood |
Catch a attitude and shoot this bitch up |
You know Vito big 'cuz, you know he know big Blood |
Catch a attitude and shoot this bitch up |
You know Vito big 'cuz, you know he know big Blood |
(June, you’re a genius) |