Intro:
Foe nem
Gang, gang
Gang gang gang
Gang, gang
Gang gang gang
Gang gang

Put the Tooka in the trash can
Koopa do the dishes
Im knockin on my tenth wood
And I ain't superstitious
Diamonds in the rolly water
Words in my fishes
Dont nobody nobody fuck with my kitchen
Smokin dead man tell his ass to pass that
Smokin like a red man
Got me feelin abstract
I keep countin dead man
N***a where your cash at
Rolly in my left hand
In my right im blastin
Put the tooka in the trash can
And bring the cash back
I just got her and her best friend
And make that ass clap
Put your bitch in the business
And she ain't never comin back
She said ain't you koopa
Bitch get off my sack
Im smokin on this dead
And im ballin and im ballin
N***as try n***as say its dead
But they ass was scared
I was young grew up in the met
Runnin from the feds
Do the dash
Fuck a foreign dog imma count some bands
Got a bed n***as hate thats why they talkin trash
Koopa flex, imma run it up, get that money fast
N***as mad
They ain't gone do shit though
They just gone be mad
Baby mama hate stupid broke bitch mad
Say she got a man where his broke bitch ass
I just do me all i know get cash
Would tell her add it up but she dont get mad
Somebody please tell me why they runnin to the net
Fifteen years later im still postin the met
My bitch say imma dog cuz i keep fuckin on the vet
I told her imma ball as long as i can get a check
I walk into the jeweler put some diamonds on my neck
Ain't dyin for the net im gone die for my respect
These n***as tellin stories they done turned into the press
I pull off in the whip and do a hundred in the stretch
Aye n***as ain't get wild say they turnt up we gone turn em right down
N***as got quiet smokin loud right now
Ill bring that tec out n***as foul right now
Outro:
Foe nem
Gang gang gang