Yung Joc - A Couple Grand lyrics
[Yung Joc - A Couple Grand lyrics]
A couple grand price tag on your head
Leave you laying where you stand
A couple grand price tag on your head
On your head on your your head
A couple grand price tag on your
Head price tag on your head
A couple grand price tag on your head
Leave you laying where you stand
Watch him die slow then his eyes roll
In the back of his head
Now his body cold a couple
Grand a couple shots
Couple drip drops now your
Leakin won't stop bitch
I'm the man just ask block
Shots rang out you could hear
It for a couple blocks
Bitch whats my name call me Yung Joc
I got a great aim all I need is one shot
Everybody talking in my neighborhood
I got great lawyers
Cause my paper good leave your
Body riddled wheezing and coughing
Hear about it live Fox
Five with Monica Coffin
You fuck with mine I'll cause your life line
I'm a graffiti paint chalk outlines
And the worst part
(What it is) is I'm not a coward
Visit your wake and give
Your mama dead flowers
This is not a movie (cut) no reruns (aww)
All sales final no refunds
Once I make the payment the hit's out
I'm not Jeezy I ain't swappin shit out
First I tell'em (what you tell'em)
Where I what done in the back yard
Ight in front of your son then I tell'em
(what you tell'em)
Where to drop him off in the Chattahoochie
With his dick chopped off (damn)
Yeah it sounds harsh but it's well deserved
Feed his ass to the sharks for hors d'oeuvres
No remorse no pity
This could happen to you in New Joc City
I gotta couple killers down in free trail
Put glass in your boogie shit
Your guts leak out
The sheriff call your mother
And she freak out
Got her hittin member up got
Him on speed dial
Ooh it ain't nothing but a call away
Come home find your baby
Sister in the hallway 911 but it's too late
She looking like a maxi pad
Bleeding through the duct tape
Leave you laying where you stand
A couple grand price tag on your head
On your head on your your head
A couple grand price tag on your
Head price tag on your head
A couple grand price tag on your head
Leave you laying where you stand
Watch him die slow then his eyes roll
In the back of his head
Now his body cold a couple
Grand a couple shots
Couple drip drops now your
Leakin won't stop bitch
I'm the man just ask block
Shots rang out you could hear
It for a couple blocks
Bitch whats my name call me Yung Joc
I got a great aim all I need is one shot
Everybody talking in my neighborhood
I got great lawyers
Cause my paper good leave your
Body riddled wheezing and coughing
Hear about it live Fox
Five with Monica Coffin
You fuck with mine I'll cause your life line
I'm a graffiti paint chalk outlines
And the worst part
(What it is) is I'm not a coward
Visit your wake and give
Your mama dead flowers
This is not a movie (cut) no reruns (aww)
All sales final no refunds
Once I make the payment the hit's out
I'm not Jeezy I ain't swappin shit out
First I tell'em (what you tell'em)
Where I what done in the back yard
Ight in front of your son then I tell'em
(what you tell'em)
Where to drop him off in the Chattahoochie
With his dick chopped off (damn)
Yeah it sounds harsh but it's well deserved
Feed his ass to the sharks for hors d'oeuvres
No remorse no pity
This could happen to you in New Joc City
I gotta couple killers down in free trail
Put glass in your boogie shit
Your guts leak out
The sheriff call your mother
And she freak out
Got her hittin member up got
Him on speed dial
Ooh it ain't nothing but a call away
Come home find your baby
Sister in the hallway 911 but it's too late
She looking like a maxi pad
Bleeding through the duct tape