Halloween - Koopsta Knicca

I beat the charge, now I’m back up on the rocks nigga

I swear for god I’m 'bout to motherfucking rob nigga

I let that Calico ra-ta-tat for the money flow

Pulling niggas cards, taking niggas dope, breaking niggas hoes

I got a letter in the mail, it’s my brother up in jail

In the back it’s Kroger sales, in the middle doctor bills

If I pay him I’ll be broke, I got costs up in court

I’ve got house rent and car notes, I’m gon' have to sell some dope

If I don’t then man I lose, number one in ghetto rules

I’m about to act a fool, though I’m tryin' to keep my cool

Kids in school so I think I’m gon' have to rob a bank

Meditation of a stang, I’m about to bring the pain

On the walls the plans I drew, plotted, bald 'em up, pursued 'em

I don’t really want to do it, but to mell it’s nothing to it

If they move then bitch they dead, 'cause I’m scoping with that red

Children please don’t get mislead, 'cause we fucking with the feds

Yet it all started from scratching, mixing boards to gangsta rapping

Then to pistol packing, s-izz-atanic, psychopathic, k-izz-idnapping

Guilty your honor no, I didn’t mean to cut her throat

Fucking trials and tribulations when a nigga trying to come up in this hoe

I beat the charge, now I’m back up on the rocks nigga

I swear for god I’m 'bout to motherfucking rob nigga

I let that Calico ra-ta-tat for the money flow

Pulling niggas cards, taking niggas dope, breaking niggas hoes

Out in the cold, gots no home, no place to call my own

What type of friend gonna tell me «hear, don’t come no more»?

Go get to loading up my ammo 'cause I’m under stress

Fresh with no patience for no job, so nigga pack your vest

Raise up off this pit 'fore I click and you’ll be fucked with

10 in Memphis, it’s a curfew, guess who’s runnin' shit

I want them ends, dividends, don’t make me stress the fact

Crack dealers, shot callers, big ballers, watch your back

Rat-tat-tat, let that gat up out that window

Pay the cost, drop it off, don’t make a move hoe

Though I’m thinking to myself «this is a deadly sin»

Yet he moved an inch, gon' have to do his funky ass in

I want them riches, fuck them bitches, trying to get a fucking Bentley

Fuck you niggas acting silly, shit, you’ll get sprayed

Don’t need no fuckin' charge partner just to get me paid

Fuck a premeditate, make them bitches spread in twelve ways

I beat the charge, now I’m back up on the rocks nigga

I swear for god I’m 'bout to motherfucking rob nigga

I let that Calico ra-ta-tat for the money flow

Pulling niggas cards, taking niggas dope, breaking niggas hoes

The Koopsta Knicca’s a cap peeler