Today, I want you to consider the difference between those who are really in your corner
And those who are just being cheerleaders
Because when it really counts, you will need more than a bunch of nervous energy and fake
Smiles to have your back

YO COOP

Okay, okay
I'm in this rap game for the long run
Coop takeover bitch, that's when I'm done
Trust I'm not here doing this for fun
You pussy fucks gon' learn that I'm the one
Two bitches sitting in the front, three homies in the back
Getting turnt up
223's in the bottom of my trunk
MJ and Bron glock poster you like a dunk
Aim better than playoff Malik Monk
Sleepy hollow tips put your ass to rest
I'm like Kanye, bitch, I declare I'm the best
You cap in yo rap now make it make sense
Pretty boy rappin', make a bitch obsessed
Chain cost too much, but I wear like a crest
I'm like Bling Bling Boy from Johnny Test
If you want smoke, bitch, call me Mr. Fog
In Mick Vick's van, I ride with my dogs
Ridin 5 deep reeking of weed
And if I see 12, bitch, then I am gone
You think you're hot, lil' bro
I'ma tell you one thing that won't last for very long
Your dirty as hell and washed up like an old bong
And you still think that you can make these songs?
Dead fuckin wrong

We high on the job
We Joe Rogan on Fear Factor
I blew her back out
I had to call her a chiropractor
They doubt my profession
I'm making these hits
I fucked ya hoe and then I passed her
I'm blessing these bitches with music and money
I told her no need for a pastor
Bless up!

We high on the job
We Joe Rogan on Fear Factor
I blew her back out
I had to call her a chiropractor
They doubt my profession
I'm making these hits
I fucked ya hoe and then I passed her
I'm blessing these bitches with music and money
I told her no need for a pastor
Bless up!

We clear yo block with that mopper
Slangin' this chopper
Sippin' codeine with the doctor
She wanna fuck me, I told her be patient
Ha, she at the end of the roster
I eat the pussy like pasta
Roll up a spliff
We smokin' that shit with the grabba
Hahahhahaa
Hey, nigga, we smokin' on
Shhhh
Nah, I ain't finished
We got the drop and you know that we spinnin'
Hittin yo bitch, she just asked for the digits
We at the top, yeah, this shit got no limit
Keep talkin' shit and you know that we kill it
Keep talkin' shit and you know that we kill it
Nah, I'm back in
She wanna fuck and I'm breakin' her back in
Pussy so tight, got me bust like a Mac-10
But I'm really not
We bakin seeds
We at the top
We wipe his nose like he got snot
We called him drunk like we givin' shots
He ran away, we hit his crocs
Damn

We high on the job
We Joe Rogan on Fear Factor
I blew her back out
I had to call her a chiropractor
They doubt my profession
I'm making these hits
I fucked ya hoe and then I passed her
I'm blessing these bitches with music and money
I told her no need for a pastor
Bless up!
We high on the job
We Joe Rogan on Fear Factor
I blew her back out
I had to call her a chiropractor
They doubt my profession
I'm making these hits
I fucked ya hoe and then I passed her
I'm blessing these bitches with music and money
I told her no need for a pastor
Bless up!