Ysm Kooley - Pull a Kaper (feat. Lil Kel)

Young nigga quick to pull a caper, way back in grade school
Robbed his ass, seen him later and he still played it cool
Left that bitch open and you ate her with no where to take her to
I'm a player, not a chaser, that why I gave her to you
Yeah, they think I'm a demon child the way I give em hell
Come here bitch, suck this semen out pay for your hair and nails
Cup too dirty, got me leaning, damn dog I almost fell
Diss the gang, left him stinking, make your mama say a prayer
Ayy, 30 in my clip, I'ma shoot till I can't shoot no more
Only perky pills, paranoid, like what he moving for
Over bitches, like hurdles move, cause I'm getting dough
When you leave, don't forget your weave you lil stupid hoe
Niggas out here sneak dissing, but they ain't talm' by nun
Post up on your block, dunk on your top, yeah, Andre Drummond
Ain't no way you loafing with your Glock yeah, I see how you coming
Hit him up, can't lie I was surprised cus' he ain't do no running
Back then, it was Nike I was trapping in my Deons
Dope sold, when that money, fold ain't no refund
Your bitch wanna eat sun, the way she sucked me up
Must thought I was a Caprisun
So good, I doubleed back like where you at I wanna rerun
I been searching for the opps, I'm on they block, but I don't see none
They thinking this shit over with, I promise, it just begun
I meant began, who got the biggest nuts?
Drop em, I'ma pop your pecan
My chopper so big, when you hold it, might need three hands (shit)
I'ma split your wig, if you told it bet not be saying (shit)
Nothing to them pigs, one day you will be a free man
Doing deals, I got pills, yeah, they call me the P-Man
20 racks made all profit on the weekend (shit)
Bet not do that hangin with my opps boy you know who we like to shoot at
Back then if you had a 10, you was the man, that shit like 2 racks now
I can't even lie, they caught lacking but got blew back down
Young nigga quick to pull a caper way back in grade school
Robbed his ass, seen him later and he still played it cool
Left that bitch open and you ate her, with no where to take her to
I'm a player, not a chaser, that's why I gave her to you
Yeah, they think I'm a demon child, the way I give them hell Come here bitch, suck this semen out pay for your hair and nails
Cup too dirty, got me leaning damn dog, I almost fail
Diss the gang, left him stinking, make your mama say a prayer
Hold on, let me out, there he go, I'm back tryna get up close
Turn a opp into a ghost, yeah
He ain't know he lost his soul, until he hit the floor
I run up 20 racks in one week, man that shit won't even fold
Niggas know we stand on murder, they keep asking me about dreadhead
I don't know, just know I met her it
And I'm the reason why them grown niggas on the north side run hurdles
I'ma get that get back for lil jugg
I'm tryna face shot me a opp and rearrange the way he look
We cut shit leave heads on the floor
If a nigga say YSM don't give out smoke, then he smoke a dope
Every since I put that fye on shh, his bitch ass ain't made a post
I'm reaper gang, we stand on business
He took a back shot from that drac' that bitch damn near blew up his kidneys
All we know is spin, spin, come back and do it again
I can't wait to catch my favorite opp yeah, turn this bitch ass to a strand
Yeah, this big carbon 1-5 a knock a nigga out his pants
Yeah, just know I'm thinking bout the body if you look at me and I grin
Young nigga quick to pull a caper way back in grade school
Robbed his ass, seen him later and he still played it cool
Left that bitch open and you ate her with no where to take her to
I'm a player, not a chaser, that's why I gave her to you
Yeah, they think I'm a demon child the way I give them hell
Come here bitch, suck this semen out pay for your hair and nails
Cup so dirty, got me leaning damn dog I almost fell
Diss the gang, left em stinking, make your mama say a prayer

Written by:
S Davis

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