Koopsta Knicca - Halloween lyrics

I beat the charge
Now I'm back up on the rocks nigga
I swear for god I'm 'bout
To motherfucking rob nigga
I let that Calico ra ta
Tat for the money flow
Pulling niggas cards, taking niggas dope
Breaking niggas hoes

I beat the charge
Now I'm back up on the rocks nigga
I swear for god I'm 'bout
To motherfucking rob nigga
I let that Calico ra ta
Tat for the money flow
Pulling niggas cards, taking niggas dope
Breaking niggas hoes

I got a letter in the mail
It's my brother up in jail
In the back it's Kroger sales
In the middle doctor bills
If I pay him I'll be broke
I got costs up in court
I've got house rent and car notes
I'm gon' have to sell some dope
If I don't then man I lose
Number one in ghetto rules
I'm about to act a fool
Though I'm tryin' to keep my cool
Kids in school so I think I'm
Gon' have to rob a bank
Meditation of a stang
I'm about to bring the pain
On the walls the plans I
Drew, plotted, bald 'em up, pursued 'em
I don't really want to do it
But to mell it's nothing to it
If they move then bitch they dead
'cause I'm scoping with that red
Children please, don't get mislead
'cause we fucking with the feds
Yet it all started from scratching
Mixing boards to gangsta rapping
Then to pistol packing
S-izz-atanic, psychopathic, k-izz-idnapping
Guilty your honor no
I didn't mean to cut her throat
Fucking trials and tribulations when
A nigga trying to come up in this hoe

I beat the charge
Now I'm back up on the rocks nigga
I swear for god I'm 'bout
To motherfucking rob nigga
I let that Calico ra ta
Tat for the money flow
Pulling niggas cards, taking niggas dope
Breaking niggas hoes

I beat the charge
Now I'm back up on the rocks nigga
I swear for god I'm 'bout
To motherfucking rob nigga
I let that Calico ra ta
Tat for the money flow
Pulling niggas cards, taking niggas dope
Breaking niggas hoes

Out in the cold, gots no home
No place to call my own
What type of friend gonna tell me "hear
Don't come no more"? Go get to loading up my
Ammo 'cause I'm under stress
Fresh with no patience for no job
So nigga pack your vest
Raise up off this pit 'fore I
Click and you'll be fucked with
10 in Memphis, it's a curfew
Guess who's runnin' shit
I want them ends, dividends
Don't make me stress the fact
Crack dealers, shot callers, big ballers
Watch your back
Rat tat tat, let that gat up out that window
Pay the cost, drop it off
Don't make a move hoe
Though I'm thinking to myself "this
Is a deadly sin" yet he moved an inch
Gon' have to do his funky ass in
I want them riches, fuck them bitches
Trying to get a fucking Bentley
Fuck you niggas acting silly, shit
You'll get sprayed
Don't need no fuckin' charge partner
Just to get me paid fuck a premeditate
Make them bitches spread in twelve ways

I beat the charge
Now I'm back up on the rocks nigga
I swear for god I'm 'bout
To motherfucking rob nigga
I let that Calico ra ta
Tat for the money flow
Pulling niggas cards, taking niggas dope
Breaking niggas hoes

I beat the charge
Now I'm back up on the rocks nigga
I swear for god I'm 'bout
To motherfucking rob nigga
I let that Calico ra ta
Tat for the money flow
Pulling niggas cards, taking niggas dope
Breaking niggas hoes

The Koopsta Knicca's a cap peeler