Thinkin’ Deadly

Lyrics

[Hook] x2 (Damn, I'm thinkin' deadly, and I'm scopin' with that infrared Damn, I'm about to bust a cap up in these trizzicks crest) [Verse 1] Watch me creep, as I dump some bitches in a ditch With the sawn-off on the side of my hip, but you ain't seen shit Gotta get myself some damn AK, and take it to "I make a blast" Robbin' them bitches, I'm makin' some riches, I'm bustin' on your monkey ass Keep on waving your cash like that, gon' make me split your Kool-Aid pack And spit that shit all over your motherfuckin' face, already, don't tell me Got no friends, no one wins, so tell me who the fuck I know? Sawed-off gauge up to the face, but hoe, you don't hear me though 'Cause when I scope my area, you best not be in my warzone Cross the timeline of terror, hizzicks at your cranium I'm at night pimpin', robbin' bitches, makin' my tone get bailed up Ten and a half, then in your vest Koopsta Knicca don't give a fuck, give a fuck, give a fuck [Hook] x2 (Damn, I'm thinkin' deadly, and I'm scopin' with that infrared Damn, I'm about to bust a cap up in these trizzicks crest) [Bridge] Lord's so scary, scary, scary Why y'all wanna fuck? Why y'all wanna fuck? With this guy named Koop, Koop With this guy named Koop, Koop [Verse 2] Nigga all I said, Juicy, stop playin' them jokes Went from platinum to gold, people don't fuck with you hoes I done stood up on my post I since go straight up to God I done slipped up in them bars Take my clothes off for six o'clock Got much knowledge in my pocket for these bitches want to test Say the Koopsta put the rest, but shit I'm smokin' buddha blast Yes, you trizzicks want to start, talk 'bout years I'm pullin' cards I done been a Don in the South, and sneak up back on hard, punk [Hook] x2 (Damn, I'm thinkin' deadly, and I'm scopin' with that infrared Damn, I'm about to bust a cap up in these trizzicks crest) [Verse 3] I'm done being Don, Koop don't look, then looked on wrong window Suppose, I behold, when I realize what I'm living for It's cold up in the heart, oh my God, let these rappers stop (stop) Just 'cause I have made the Tec go pop, I never ever slung them rocks It's dark, in a park, walking, talking to thyself I fell, how well, for I feel I'm close to Devil Stop being this young man, living life without a test Suicide equals sense, someone hold his hand [Hook] x4 (Damn, I'm thinkin' deadly, and I'm scopin' with that infrared Damn, I'm about to bust a cap up in these trizzicks crest) [Outro] (Yeah, I'm scopin' with that infrared Yeah, I'm scopin' with that infrared Nigga, bodies rottin' up in them ditches Mane, what's a bone when my tone hits like a ton of brizzicks) [Instrumental]