('Southern Smoke')
Koopa, King Koopa
He's the undisputed mixtape king
Some will try to diss him
But can only beat him in their dreamsOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh no
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh no
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh no
Go back to the studio and write some moreYeah, I hit 'em up with the venom, the venom will get up in 'em
The Hustses we gotta rent 'em, the grave is where I send 'em
Kill 'em the way I spit 'em, some people can't keep up with 'em
I slow it down like O.G. Ron C do when he spin 'emWhat ya know about a deal with a bigger cut?
Bringin' money in on a wheel barrel feel 'em up
What ya lookin' at Chamill like he finna bluff
I don't bluff, I just keep it real on, real nigga stuffYou thinkin' you a bad boy, like a puff biter
Serve it on ya platter pussy, I can be your provider
Never was smarter, never ever was tighter
Get ya mind correct, I'm the verse and hook ghost writerI taught boys how to master their bars
Gettin' quite, turn it up, I think they askin' for noise
Not a game, mayne, I don't see no African toys
Witch doctor, one of 'em will have to be yoursBeen paid, boys actin' like it's never been true
College colors in the chain boy, yellow and blue
To tell the truth, Chamillionaire is better than you
That's the only thing that hater said that's ever been trueKoopa, King Koopa
He's the undisputed mixtape king
Some will try to diss him
But can only beat him in their dreamsOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh no
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh no
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh no
Go back to the studio and write some more