B-Lovee, Pj Glizzy, Sha EK - C.O.E lyrics

Is this Glvck? Grrah, gang, gang, gang
Grrah, grrah grrah-grrah

Fuck all the opps, I got shots to whoever
Got a dot on the side of baretta
My lil' thottie too hottie, she hot
Run up with Scottie2Hottie, he shot
I'm movin' sturdy when I'm off the yerky
PJ and B-Lovee, they stay movin' hot
Opp died, he put trust in a thot
Jiggy's just posted nigga in a spot
I might just slide to his
Block wit' a dirt bike
I'ma keep clickin'-clickin', 'til he drop
Opps keep callin' my line
We don't front shit
He totin' big knockers, bitch
This ain't no Glock

Fifteen hundred, what they gotta pay me
Goofy boy that got hit, tried to play me
She got high off the drugs then she ate me
They want some problems
I brought chop in the function
Dumb niggas soft
They got knockеrs for nothin'
Two opps got hit, one spot, that's nothin'
Like, dump that chop, stop bluffin'
We gon' shoot a moviе
We ain't wit' the tusslin'
New attachments, like beams and them scopes
Hit his head, we ain't leavin' him hope
I keep tryna take the whole gang on my back
Totin' Sally, no, I cannot lack
Baba, she trickin', yeah, she got the strap
Baba, she structure, pop out, yeah, she tact'
We done made that lil' bitch dump the knocker
Spin through the oppers
That lil' bitch took a risk
I be mad these niggas took my shit
But I'm still gon' slide up on the rips
Pop out the cut, like, you better not trip
I pray to god every time that I sin
Thotties on thotties
And she swingin' friends
Casamigo got 'em in the mood
Baby freaky, creeping'on the tool
I be spinnin', trippin' wit' a broom
I be smokin' on the Lotti
Mix it wit' the Dummy
I don't know which i'ma choose
Spin through the east, don't die like, yeah
They put that boy in a highlight
Like, y'all rapper niggas gotta stop
Like, I'm really out here spinnin' blocks
Baow, baow, baow, baow
Like, dump that chop, stop bluffin'
We gon' shoot a movie
We ain't wit' the tusslin'
New attachments, like beams and them scopes
Hit his head, we ain't leavin' him hope

Fuck all the opps, I got shots to whoever
Got a dot on the side of baretta
My lil' thottie too hottie, she hot
Run up with Scottie2Hottie, he shot
I'm movin' sturdy when I'm off the yerky
PJ and B-Lovee, they stay movin' hot
Opp died, he put trust in a thot
Jiggy's just posted nigga in a spot
I might just slide to his
Block wit' a dirt bike
I'ma keep clickin'-clickin', 'til he drop
Opps keep callin' my line
We don't front shit
He totin' big knockers, bitch
This ain't no Glock
Fifteen hundred, what they gotta pay me
Goofy boy that got hit, tried to play me

Look, gang, gang, gang gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang yeah, OGZ the fuck up
Suck my fuckin' dick gang, gang, gang