[Verse 1: Koopsta Knicca]
Voices in them trees, these are the things
That help me vision these evil most things
Me and DJ Paul we got the hook up finna go stick
Me on the passenger side, loc took a slight peek through thy window
Somethin' creepin' up slow, it was this Lotus driven by this hoe
So I'm sippin' on thy Rémy
Hoping it won't cross my rhodes attention
Not only was you in it yet another nigga drivin'
Paul stopped the car
Said: "won't you buck 'em rough Koopsta?"
Shi'r't I know ya hurt, take them bi'r'ches back
Take 'em back with them slugs
Sad to see ya gone son, teflons and yo creds
Mr. Kutem in dread, yea Koopsta got 'em scared
Want prophitin' shit see that watcha get fo talkin' shit
Trick I'll drop you in a Asplundh-ah
Cut ya up like Jeffrey Dahmer biatch
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Come, come who the fuck, they want some
Niggas want to jump, jump, getcha make ya pump, pump
Scarecrow me shall bump, bump off a nigga fakin'
Go into a rage 'n bitches tremblin', shakin'
Rump rump shakin', Mafioso rude boy, we will act a fool boy
We don't give a damn if you're fuckin' red or blue boy
Cut 'em by the waistline, flowin' on this bassline
Lord Infamous don't waste time when me gotta get mine
You know what I want, why you usin' the guessing
Storm on this bitch like some new years confetti
Astronomical Triple 6 ride space on top of asteroids
Comin' to rip up the shore, we kill all the foes, don't act a fool boy
Voices in them trees, these are the things
That help me vision these evil most things
Me and DJ Paul we got the hook up finna go stick
Me on the passenger side, loc took a slight peek through thy window
Somethin' creepin' up slow, it was this Lotus driven by this hoe
So I'm sippin' on thy Rémy
Hoping it won't cross my rhodes attention
Not only was you in it yet another nigga drivin'
Paul stopped the car
Said: "won't you buck 'em rough Koopsta?"
Shi'r't I know ya hurt, take them bi'r'ches back
Take 'em back with them slugs
Sad to see ya gone son, teflons and yo creds
Mr. Kutem in dread, yea Koopsta got 'em scared
Want prophitin' shit see that watcha get fo talkin' shit
Trick I'll drop you in a Asplundh-ah
Cut ya up like Jeffrey Dahmer biatch
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Come, come who the fuck, they want some
Niggas want to jump, jump, getcha make ya pump, pump
Scarecrow me shall bump, bump off a nigga fakin'
Go into a rage 'n bitches tremblin', shakin'
Rump rump shakin', Mafioso rude boy, we will act a fool boy
We don't give a damn if you're fuckin' red or blue boy
Cut 'em by the waistline, flowin' on this bassline
Lord Infamous don't waste time when me gotta get mine
You know what I want, why you usin' the guessing
Storm on this bitch like some new years confetti
Astronomical Triple 6 ride space on top of asteroids
Comin' to rip up the shore, we kill all the foes, don't act a fool boy
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