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letra de coe cypher - sha ek

[intro: sha ek]
(major, that’s you?)
(alpha)
(this wicked, edott)
grrah

[chorus: sha ek]
i’ma push up, i’ma creep
i done took some n-ggas off they feet

jay5ive, don’t get hit with this heat

i used to bend n-ggas’ blocks just for fun

[verse 1: 150 bump]
outside with the—, n-ggas know how we get (n-ggas know how we—)
always on go, we don’t f-ck with impostors (we don’t f-ck with impostors)
send an opp to the doctor (send an opp to the doctor)
all black on, dreaded up like a rasta (grrah, grrah)
like, these n-ggas ain’t makin’ no dollars (they ain’t makin’ no—)
flock, we walk him up, send, do him proper (proper)
dissin’ in raps but don’t post on they block
like, these n-ggas can’t f-ck with our roster (like)
pop out, let it spark on the opps (let it spark on the—)
brodie be geekin’, he told me to pass off (he told me—)
free the bros in the spot on they bully
step in the spot, we done bet you won’t last long (bet you won’t last long)
let it flock and i ain’t have my mask on (i ain’t have my—)
grrah, done flipped all the opps with a cast on (with a cast on)
been on that sh-t since a jit, we was buggin’ (like)
came to they block, they was runnin’ for mad long (they was runnin’ for mad long)

opp b-tch, she in the spot tryna top it (opp thot)
creepin’ up, we knock a g out his socket (out his socket)
(what?)
like, we pop out and see you, we gon’ pack you (grrah, grrah)
yommy, heard you got hit with your gat too (like, what?)
n-ggas see us and freeze up like a statue
[verse 2: coe wiki]

it’s c and an e next to my o (grrah)
these n-ggas pretend, they just follow
jumped off the porch, i was boomin’ them hollows (baow, baow, baow, baow)

baow, baow, we jump sh-lls in they ‘jects, like
somebody tell me who next

grrah, grrah, it ain’t no worry (it ain’t no worry)
l’zzz here, we got like thirty
d’s on our d-ck, tryna shoot it like curry (tryna shoot it like—)
never got caught on a drill ’cause i’m st-rdy (grrah, grrah, boom)

[verse 3: 150 wiz]
we tryna creep up, i’m not boxin’ (don’t lack)
you could get shot in your sh-t tryna politic (grrah, grrah)
free all my grim n-ggas takin’ lottery (lottery)
spot us a rapper, he gon’ catch a hollow tip

don’t run, it’s no remorse for the opposites
like, don’t run, ‘ooters cl!ckin’, ain’t no stoppin’ it
like, no, i don’t dance, but i’m still
like, he better watch who he speakin’ too
better not throw a y when we creepin’ through (grrah, grrah, boom)
bro tryna pop out like peekaboo
they know l’zzz gon’ hop out the vehicle (l’zzz here)
like, i’ma push up, i’ma geek
like, wiki gon’ slide with that g (gon’ slide with that g)
like, just don’t lack when you crossin’ that street

[verse 4: b-lovee]
hollows bumpin’ and sh-t, spit him up like the vision (like the vision)
all them shots to his car, that sh-t caused a collision (caused a collision)
all the opps on my d-ck, i’m the one who they mention (who they mention)
i been tuckin’ my hands ’cause my finger been itchin’ (rah rah)
got hit with that sh-t, he was glitchin’ (grrah, grrah)
got hit with that sh-t, he was b-tchin’
i got them all duckin’ tops when we bendin’ (when we bendin’)
i keep my g by the guap when i’m spendin’ (when i’m spendin’)
if he do it, i’ma bringin’ him gifts like i’m santa (like i’m santa)
white girl right in the club, call her anna (anna)
i got that wocky, mix it with the fanta (fanta)
bro let it blow on the n-ggas like the phantom (like)
tryna get up and run, we shoot him when he stand up
this ain’t hopscotch, n-ggas hoppin’ when that tan up
blam him, n-ggas turnin’ into dancers (it ain’t)
(and they duckin’ the smoke ’cause they don’t want no cancer)
like surprise, they never knowin’ what’s next
sdot, he gon’ get hit for the set
leg shot, i always aim for the chest (aim for the chest)
like the last opp, that n-gga brains made a mess (made a mess)
opp thot lookin’, i will not be the last one (last one)
f-ck that, hop in the car, that’s the fast one (fast one)
let him reach out for a hug, i’ma blast him
like, if he don’t got the guns, i’ma crash him
[chorus: sha ek]

i done took some n-ggas off they feet
f-ck it, i’m tryna catch me a sweep
jay5ive, don’t get hit with this heat
g-pop, that n-gga dead in my blunt
i was on douglass totin’ my gun
i used to bend n-ggas’ blocks just for fun
when that sh-t boom, it gon’ sound like a drum

- sha ek

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