Lyrics Kooler Final Form - Sada Baby

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)