Trippie Redd, Coi Leray - Everything BoZ lyrics
Trippie Redd [Michael Lamar White II] Canton, Ohio, U.S. 🇺🇸
Coi Leray [Coi Leray Collins] Boston, Massachusetts/Hackensack, New Jersey, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Trippie Redd, Coi Leray - Everything BoZ lyrics]
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that bitch
My language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
Fuck that bitch one time and then
I'm phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
I had to slime some niggas out
I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
Pussy nigga know I came from toting poles
And you ain't built like that, lil'
Nigga, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah, yeah
Fuck nigga, what you want? Huh
(What you want?)
Know we keep them choppers like a movie role
(Movie role)
I just need to know, is it truly smoke?
(Truly smoke)
Yeah, 'cause you know we want the smoke
We truly want (Truly want)
To bust shots at the opposition pussy nigga
You ain't really in the right position
To be talking that gangster shit, pussy
You get hit coming
She like bah, bah, bah, get
Shot in your head, man
Yeah, get shot where the headband
'posed to be at
Pussy nigga, huh, yeah, uh, uh
Pussy nigga, huh, yeah you can get hit up
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that bitch
My language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
Fuck that bitch one time and
Then I'm phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
I had to slime some niggas out
I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
Pussy nigga know I came from toting poles
And you ain't built like that, lil'
Nigga, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah, yeah
Yeah, uno, dos, tres, yeah
Come and give me head
This a Glock 40, yeah, leave a nigga dead
Niggas be lackin', yeah, catch
That nigga in traffic, shot him in the back
Might take your bitch, yeah
She wanna hang with the gang
But this ain't that
Boy be telling, yeah, can't fuck
With these opp ass niggas, they all rats
Hopped in my bag, Birkin
Got out all this cash earned it
Tell me what you need, serve it, man
I make these bitches nervous
Yeah, yeah, ayy, ooh mmh, mmh, mmh, ayy
It's a Glock 40
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that bitch
My language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
Fuck that bitch one time and
Then I'm phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
I had to slime some niggas out
I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
Pussy nigga know I came from toting poles
And you ain't built like that, lil'
Nigga, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I can teach that bitch
My language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
Fuck that bitch one time and then
I'm phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
I had to slime some niggas out
I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
Pussy nigga know I came from toting poles
And you ain't built like that, lil'
Nigga, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah, yeah
Fuck nigga, what you want? Huh
(What you want?)
Know we keep them choppers like a movie role
(Movie role)
I just need to know, is it truly smoke?
(Truly smoke)
Yeah, 'cause you know we want the smoke
We truly want (Truly want)
To bust shots at the opposition pussy nigga
You ain't really in the right position
To be talking that gangster shit, pussy
You get hit coming
She like bah, bah, bah, get
Shot in your head, man
Yeah, get shot where the headband
'posed to be at
Pussy nigga, huh, yeah, uh, uh
Pussy nigga, huh, yeah you can get hit up
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that bitch
My language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
Fuck that bitch one time and
Then I'm phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
I had to slime some niggas out
I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
Pussy nigga know I came from toting poles
And you ain't built like that, lil'
Nigga, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah, yeah
Yeah, uno, dos, tres, yeah
Come and give me head
This a Glock 40, yeah, leave a nigga dead
Niggas be lackin', yeah, catch
That nigga in traffic, shot him in the back
Might take your bitch, yeah
She wanna hang with the gang
But this ain't that
Boy be telling, yeah, can't fuck
With these opp ass niggas, they all rats
Hopped in my bag, Birkin
Got out all this cash earned it
Tell me what you need, serve it, man
I make these bitches nervous
Yeah, yeah, ayy, ooh mmh, mmh, mmh, ayy
It's a Glock 40
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that bitch
My language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
Fuck that bitch one time and
Then I'm phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
I had to slime some niggas out
I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
Pussy nigga know I came from toting poles
And you ain't built like that, lil'
Nigga, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)