Tie 'em-tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em, fuck 'em

I don't love 'em, dump 'em, slump—

Put 'em-put 'em in a ho spot, take me to the stash pot

Tie 'em-tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em, fuck 'em

I don't love 'em, dump 'em, slump—

Put 'em-put 'em in a ho spot, take me to the stash pot

Well, I'm fresh up outta jail with no job, so I steal and rob

Creepin' through them parks and runnin' them bitches up out them Boulevards

This that type of shit that'll make you click to get your ass in

Well, what you want, player? What you want, player?

Bitch, them motherfuckin' dividends

I'm that **** to envy with that damn Devil in me

Koopsta's buckin' these bitches down, leavin' they motherfuckin' pockets empty

That's what I did and now I got a fuckin' bloody Glock

From makin' these **** lay drop yourself takin' these bitches off to my stash pot

And when I step, damn fool, best to watch yourself

'Cause walkin' with that Koopsta Knicca's bad for your fuckin' health

Ho, I would rather make a stang than be a lame burglar

And if I do you, it's a murder, murder, murder, murders

5-0's on my dick, now tell me, bitch, what am I supposed to do?

Some trick must've snitched about that Koopsta Knicca robbin' fools

I never break a sweat in the presence of a motherfuckin' redneck

A high speed chase is in effect, wrapped a scarf around my damn dreads

Inside the mind of a motherfuckin' lunatic

Leavin' trizzicks headless, it's pathetic to try to fuck with this

That's why I make them hits and call this shit a **** knock

Bitch, don't let this be your stash pot

Tie 'em-tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em, fuck 'em

I don't love 'em, dump 'em, slump—

Put 'em-put 'em in a ho spot, take me to the stash pot

Tie 'em-tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em, fuck 'em

I don't love 'em, dump 'em, slump—

Put 'em-put 'em in a ho spot, take me to the stash pot

Stolen Chevy, ballin' in with the .450 in this motherfuckin' bitch

Plus I'm layin' down ****, 5-0 bitches they can't fuck with this

Turned the corner thinkin' "I'm gonna lay these tricks in a body bag"

And could this be the end of the Koopsta Knicca in a ski mask?

Ask me if I'm Dracula, I'll tell you this time I'm fucked up

Victims of my fuckin' stang got a trunk filled up with the mega bust

He lies on my fuckin' side, shakin', paranoid and shit

So I just put an end to that *gunshot* scary bitch

Stockpile's at his side, plus I'm ruthless by my damn self

Plus hangin' with that Koopsta Knicca's bad for your fuckin' health

Gettin' up outta my haul, killin', stealin', this is pimp shit

Really 'bout my business, trick, droppin' **** off at my stash pot, bitch

5-0's on my dick, now tell me, bitch, what am I supposed to do?

Some trick must've snitched about that Koopsta Knicca robbin' fools

I never break a sweat in the presence of a motherfuckin' redneck

A high speed chase is in effect, wrapped a scarf around my damn dreads