Coop Killa
Let the name simmer
Hold Dat
Rude boy true sinner
Lil boy juice be the truth
Pockets stay fat like a n**** Bruce Bruce
Giving you a dose of the groove
Mic check 1 2
n***** still don't know COOP
Brooklyn n****. With the tattoos?
Oh that m*********** rap too?
Yeah n**** I'm That dude
Show up in the cut wit a strut
n**** get buck
Jazz n**** s***
I be like SO What
Get it?
Nah ya n*****
Ain't wit it
I'm wicked
Oz s***
Admit it
All these m************ jock mine
Lil n***** u like they seen a Glock 9
(Doot-Doot)
I JUST KILLED YO a**
Put em in a ditch dissapear yo a**
RAD n****
Who'd've THOUGHT THAT ID EAT THE GAME
THAT'S FOOD FOR THOUGHT
Boutta give the game everything it want
n***** stay gassed but Im nonchalant
2 years when my daddy died
RiP to pops but he smiling down and he good because I'm fine n****
Style before
My time n****
Grandpa puffed with marley
While touring sippin' bacardi
My circle small an we on it
So my kinfolk cool
When I get rich
My jewels gon' glisten like Mike
Glove and I'll moonwalk
Like a S-M double O T-H Criminal
Chief like A Powhatan
Take a trip out to Maryland
And Get B-More Bent
Turn Up
Smoking evergreen in the bean
You heard bruh?
Dorchester to Mattapan
Lawrence n***** my second Fam
But they kno this n**** got Brooklyn roots
I don't fear no n****
Strait my youte
I changed up when Brian got popped
Trust no n**** gotta watch my back
Always Keep it 1hunna
Im the Radass muhh f****
Who wan dun uss
Murdered the the boom-BAP
f*** with the trap
Pay me out front then we leave through back
f*** a blog cause im bout the money
f*** her good
Becky bolton
Woo.haw
Bad mon tings
Fronto and some bambu Rollin my trees
Oh please
You can't do the 5Gz
Harlem shake Before 03
Pop a ollie before i a pop a molly
Smoke and rappin my favorite hobby
Skate on all these lames
And these b****** shouting my name
They just Tryna get em some fame
Man I swear these chicks be insane
Poppin' bottles
Bottle poppin'
And Im smilin
Aww man who'd've thought it
Dillon Cooper
Really bout it
God d*** I'm a G
Real n**** never stuntin'
Tell them bustaz quit the frontin'
Talk but they ain't Sayin'nothin'
[Chorus]
I'm sending out warning shots..
Better watch yo back
Coop Killa boutta blow s*** up
Warning Shots...
n***** Finna get dropped
Thinking that they in the top spot...
Warning Shots
Proceed with caution my n****
Cause I'm gonna pull the trigger
Sending warning shots
Send it round yo block
Them Warning shots
Sending warning shots...
You think y'all Dudes really f******
With a n**** like me..
Sending warning shots..
Pop 1
Number two
Betta run when I get to number 3
Warning Shots
Proceed with caution my n****
Cause I'm gonna pull the trigger
Sending warning shots
Send it round yo block
Warning Shots
Let the name simmer
Hold Dat
Rude boy true sinner
Lil boy juice be the truth
Pockets stay fat like a n**** Bruce Bruce
Giving you a dose of the groove
Mic check 1 2
n***** still don't know COOP
Brooklyn n****. With the tattoos?
Oh that m*********** rap too?
Yeah n**** I'm That dude
Show up in the cut wit a strut
n**** get buck
Jazz n**** s***
I be like SO What
Get it?
Nah ya n*****
Ain't wit it
I'm wicked
Oz s***
Admit it
All these m************ jock mine
Lil n***** u like they seen a Glock 9
(Doot-Doot)
I JUST KILLED YO a**
Put em in a ditch dissapear yo a**
RAD n****
Who'd've THOUGHT THAT ID EAT THE GAME
THAT'S FOOD FOR THOUGHT
Boutta give the game everything it want
n***** stay gassed but Im nonchalant
2 years when my daddy died
RiP to pops but he smiling down and he good because I'm fine n****
Style before
My time n****
Grandpa puffed with marley
While touring sippin' bacardi
My circle small an we on it
So my kinfolk cool
When I get rich
My jewels gon' glisten like Mike
Glove and I'll moonwalk
Like a S-M double O T-H Criminal
Chief like A Powhatan
Take a trip out to Maryland
And Get B-More Bent
Turn Up
Smoking evergreen in the bean
You heard bruh?
Dorchester to Mattapan
Lawrence n***** my second Fam
But they kno this n**** got Brooklyn roots
I don't fear no n****
Strait my youte
I changed up when Brian got popped
Trust no n**** gotta watch my back
Always Keep it 1hunna
Im the Radass muhh f****
Who wan dun uss
Murdered the the boom-BAP
f*** with the trap
Pay me out front then we leave through back
f*** a blog cause im bout the money
f*** her good
Becky bolton
Woo.haw
Bad mon tings
Fronto and some bambu Rollin my trees
Oh please
You can't do the 5Gz
Harlem shake Before 03
Pop a ollie before i a pop a molly
Smoke and rappin my favorite hobby
Skate on all these lames
And these b****** shouting my name
They just Tryna get em some fame
Man I swear these chicks be insane
Poppin' bottles
Bottle poppin'
And Im smilin
Aww man who'd've thought it
Dillon Cooper
Really bout it
God d*** I'm a G
Real n**** never stuntin'
Tell them bustaz quit the frontin'
Talk but they ain't Sayin'nothin'
[Chorus]
I'm sending out warning shots..
Better watch yo back
Coop Killa boutta blow s*** up
Warning Shots...
n***** Finna get dropped
Thinking that they in the top spot...
Warning Shots
Proceed with caution my n****
Cause I'm gonna pull the trigger
Sending warning shots
Send it round yo block
Them Warning shots
Sending warning shots...
You think y'all Dudes really f******
With a n**** like me..
Sending warning shots..
Pop 1
Number two
Betta run when I get to number 3
Warning Shots
Proceed with caution my n****
Cause I'm gonna pull the trigger
Sending warning shots
Send it round yo block
Warning Shots