kookie jar

Catch you with my kookie jar, I'm cutting off your hands

Never lackin', pistol packin' you won't get a chance

Doot, doot, doot, choppa blowing like a fan

Hit it from the back, and then I do my money dance

Run off on the pran, boy, you will not get a chance

Twin gon' hear that beamx, we ain't shootin at your vans

My lil' bitch don't play that shit, so we can just be friends

Doot, doot, doot, come through steppin' like a band

You ain't got no stain, your posted clean, you had it good, lil' boy

Posted in the trap with all these fiends, I wish I could, lil' boy

Rollin' with my twin, he got a Gen, that be my mini-me

All I see around me, ankle monitors and skinny jeans

It could go down, Nar, go get your fye before you ride with us

Catch a opp, put belt to butt then put that boy in silent lunch

Walk down with that blick, I got up close, I know he seen my booger

Pull up on that bitch, she suck the dick, what a dirty hooker

Knee-deep in the streets

He talk 'bout beef, then push up to my cookout

Community Guidelines, it ain't non' to get her took down

**** dropped a diss, I flipped my clip

Like ****, what that hood 'bout?

You don't get no credit for that lick, you was just a lookout

Doot, doot, doot, betray my trust, your toe get tagged

Hop out the box with a big pro mag

**** got down, so he under attack

I wanna fuck my bitch so bad

She know that she good but she act like she mad

Work that switch, get 'em gone in a flash

Beat with that box, and please don't crash

Catch you with my kookie jar, I'm cutting off your hands

Never lackin', pistol packin' you won't get a chance

Doot, doot, doot, choppa blowing like a fan

Hit it from the back, and then I do my money dance

Run off on the pran, boy, you will not get a chance

Twin gon' hear that beamx, we ain't shootin at your vans

My lil' bitch don't play that shit, so we can just be friends

Doot, doot, doot, come through steppin' like a band