Couple Grand Trae tha Truth (Ft. Jay'Ton, Lil Boss & Yung Joc)

[Chorus]
A couple grand, price tag on your head - leave you layin where you stand
A couple grand, price tag on your head - on your head, on your head
A couple grand, price tag on your head - price tag on your head
A couple grand, price tag on your head - leave you layin where you stand

[Verse 1 - Yung Joc]
Watch him die slow, then his eyes roll (uhh)
In the back of his head, now his body cold (uhh)
A couple grand, a couple shots
Couple drip drops, now your leakin won't stop
Bitch I'm the man just ask Block
Shots rang out, you could hear 'em for a couple blocks (*gun firing*)
Bitch what's my name, call me Yung Joc
I got a great aim all I need is one shot
Everybody talkin in my nieghborhood (maaan)
I got great lawyers cause my paper good (yeah)
Leave your body riddled, wheezin and coughin
Here your body lye, box five in monica coffin
You fuck with mine, I'll cross ya life line
I'm a graffiti artist, paint chalk outlines
And the worst part (what it is) - is I'm not a coward
Visit your wait and give your momma dead flowers

[Chorus]