Lyrics
Yeah, okay
Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
It's Kofsfinger, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah
With my dawgs like Scooby-Dooby-Doo
And this choppa go doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
We gonna send them through the roof
We spend his block like hula hoops
Like, what you wanna do
You talkin' bout opps, might have a few
But the only real OPS really my crew
Everybody I'm with know Ima shoot
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
We outside, we on his block
I'm limpin', I'm walkin' with my Glock
I'm pimpin', I'm often with a thot
He's strippin' because I got this pole
Made him throw his money on the floor
I'm runnin' pockets, not runnin' home
I got no picks, know what I'm on
Tryna make the opposition catch em
I'm throwin' picks and interceptions
I got a stick, I got a FN
I do not chat, I get to steppin'
They know where I'm at, I ain't hard to find
Like, my mama heart part of mine
Don't make me make your mama cry
My shot real sharp like porcupine
They know where I'm at, in the trap like Fred
I'm tryna stack my bread, my bitch bad
Yeah, kinda like Daph
I kick back and I count my cash
I just laugh with my dawgs, my Scoobies
Loadin' the clips and we makin' a movie
Totin this nine in some 990 newbies
Smoke me a opp, yea I smoke me a doobie
When my dawgs like Scooby-Dooby-Doo
And this choppa go doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
We gonna send him through the roof
We spin his block like hula hoops
Like, what you wanna do
You talkin' bout opps, might have a few
But the only real OPS really my crew
Everybody I'm with know Ima shoot
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
We outside, we on his block
I'm limpin', I'm walkin' with my Glock
I'm pimpin', I'm offtem with a thot
He's strippin' because I got this pole
Made him throw his money on the floor