Trae – Couple Grand lyrics

Chrous
A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag
On ya head leave ya layin where you stand
A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag
On ya head, on ya head, on ya head
A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag
On ya head price, price tag on ya head
A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag
On ya head leave ya layin where you stand

Verse 1
Watch him die slow
Then his eyes roll in the
Back of his head now his body cold
A couple grand, a couple shots, a couple
Drip drops now ya leaking won't stop
Bitch I'm da man just ask block shots rang
Out you can live for a couple blocks
Bitch wut's my name call me Yung Joc
I got a great aim all I need is one shot
Err-body talkin in my neighborhood
I got great lawyers 'cause my paper good
Leave ya body riddle, weezin and coughin
Here about live Fox 5 with Monica Coffin
You fuck wit mine I pause ya life line
I'm a graffiti artist paint, chalk outlines
And the worst part is I'm not a coward
Visit ya wake and give ya mamma dead flowers

Chrous
A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag
On ya head leave ya layin where you stand
A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag
On ya head, on ya head, on ya head
A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag
On ya head price, price tag on ya head
A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag
On ya head leave ya layin where you stand

Verse 2
This is not a movie(cut)
No re-runs, All sales final, No re-funds,
Once I make a payment, the hits out,
I'm not Jeezy, I ain't swappin shit out(that's rite)
First I tell em (what you tell em)
Where I want it done
In the backyard right in front of his son
Then I tell em (what you tell em)
Where ta drop em off
In the Chattahoochee wit his dick chopped off
Yea it sounds harsh but its well deserve
Feed his ass to the sharks for ordurves
No remorse, No pity, this could happen to you
In New Joc City

Chrous
A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag
On ya head leave ya layin where you stand
A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag
On ya head, on ya head, on ya head
A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag
On ya head price, price tag on ya head
A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag
On ya head leave ya layin where you stand

Verse3
I gotta couple killas, down in three traflan
Blast shoot in ya fugee shit ya guts leak out
The Shrieff call ya mother and she freak out
Gotta hit mamba up got em on speed dial
Oh it ain't nothing but a call away
Come home find ya baby sister in the hallway
9-1-1
But its to late she looking like a maxi pad
Bleeding through the dutch tape

Chrous
A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag
On ya head leave ya layin where you stand
A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag
On ya head, on ya head, on ya head
A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag
On ya head price, price tag on ya head
A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag
On ya head leave ya layin where you stand