Koolaid Jammer Lyrics

Rixhrell

They like, what that nigga on

Cause he always popping shit

Hot potato with the Glock, cause its always dropping shit

I just ran down on him with a mask and a blick

Took your bitch to the room, we finna dance real quick

I just put my balls on her head

Glock got a switch, shit, It'll leave a nigga red

Pussy nigga speaking out of turn, now he dead

4-5, leave a nigga dumb, turn him special ed

I got so much motion, told the bitch, stop playing with me

Always got the choppa in the bed, it be laying with me

Baby girl a freak ass bitch, she let me suck titties

My nigga fucking with the white girl, but I don't like Cindy

4-5, make a nigga dance, I told him, get jiggy

Put him on that block and make him dance, I finna call him Shiggy

Choppa hit him all up in his body, now he ain't gotta kidney

I just popped a pill in this bitch, boy, I feel like Whitney

Touchdown and sell another pound while I'm in your city

I just came with my nigga Weston, that's a whole Smitty

Took the little bitch to the Western, we finna get jiggy

Got a couple punches in the car, you tryna scam with me

Too many bullets in the clip, I just jammed the blicky

Come to your town and turn it up like it's Gotham City

Baby girl got a good smell, that's a golden kitty

Niggas want a beef, till I slide and put some holes up in it

Feel like Joker sliding on your block, I got my soldiers with me

New attachment came with the Glock, I think that bitch a switchy

Lil' bro said he wanna beef, come get up with me

I just tapped that button on that Glock, then he ran from me

Pour another four in the crib, then I talk on Monkey

Wake up and pop a pink ten, I feel like a junkie

Hit the block and serve it to the fiends, they my favorite zombies

In the field getting to them sacks, I feel like a lineman

Chopper made his body shut down, so I know he dying

Lil' bro said he had a bag, why you keep on lying

Yo, lil' bitch been a hoe, why you keep on trying

Damn, I feel bad for the ops, they just keep on dying

Chopper hit him all up in his body, he on autopilot

Chopper hit him all up in his whip, now he not driving

Fuck around and hit the ops block, now the ops quiet

Lil' bro, you can't compete with me, I wouldnt even trying

Glock hit his body and made him yell, so his flesh dying

I can't say too much outside, I gotta stay quiet

If I seen an op outside, then you know I got him

Fuck around and snore on the bitch, I got a sleeping problem

Mad as hell when I lose a bag, I gotta think about it

Baby girl freaky ass bitch, she took the soul up out me

Put a opp, nigga, in the sky just like solar power

Baby girl been eating on the dick, she got my soul devoured

Fuck around and take a nigga bitch, I feel like Bowser

Told that bitch, you can look me up, right up on the browser

He thought he was safe in the crib, so he snoring louder

Hit that nigga all up in his sleep and knock the snore up out him

Put her on the blade and make her sell, I bring the hoe up out her

4-5, make a nigga sleep, it got sleeping powder

Fuck around and take a nigga shit, like his shit hours

In the crib, fucking on your bitch, she can go for hours

Glock got a switch, when it shoot, it don't shoot for hours

Standard clip in the ARP, it can shoot for hours

Hit that nigga block with the switch, Im finna shoot up houses

Baby girl fucking with the rats, but they once was mouses

In the crib, high off a four, fucking up my grammer

Fuck around and get his head squished like a Kool-Aid jammer

Put an opp, nigga, on his head, I just had to slam him

2-2-3, hit him in his body, he can't do no dancing