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letra de coffin (feat. montannaatm) [remix] - sob odee

[intro: sob odee]
sob x thg sh-t, man (go, go, go, go, go)
shout out all my takers (ayy, go, go)
(they got wooskii on the mix)
listen, go, go
ayy, look

[verse 1: sob odee]
i like switches, don’t f-ck with the semi
bro on the e-way, he d-gg-n’ the hemi
we got glocks and it’s really too many
really the youngest who runnin’ my city
go out [?], these n-ggas be shook
big bro slimey, they know he a crook
i hate when these n-ggas cap on the book
flex with that strap but you got it took
these n-ggas know not to play with my gangster
ready to shoot, i’m filled up with anger
put up that jersey, boy, you need a hanger
i don’t f-ck with goofies, i act like a stranger
they sayin’ i gotta relax
i tell ’em, “f-ck it, odee finna snap”
them n-ggas don’t really be in the trap
bag up a boy and i’m addin’ my tax
glock twenty, it came out the box
ar and i took off the stock
i bet i shoot back if you come down my block
and i know he b-tch tryna be somethin’ he not
i’m the reason the summer be hot
let it get hard and i’m scr-ppin’ the pot
he tried to flex and i’m takin’ his glock
i sprayed out the pack, ain’t no raidin’ the spot
go, go, your n-gga dead and i know this sh-t hurt
get back, bet i’m spinnin’ first
n-ggas was grievin’ and we made it worse
i hate a b-tch who be dry when i f-ck
i put my d-ck in there, you better twerk
i’m not from milwaukee but i need the bucks
chasin’ the sack ’til i run off the earth
but wait, uh, lil’ bro’ll come through and spray
we standin’ on business, you know we don’t play
get out the trenches, you boys in the way
we get that location we splackin’ his face
and a fully’ll do you, [?] wrap it and spray
leavin’ school, bro passed me an eighth
melly got thirty, he packin’ a trey
f-ck a big homie, know back in the day
[verse 2: montannaatm]
we f-ck up the audi, we back in the straight
we slide through the city, ain’t n0body safe
n-ggas pulled up and they know not to play
we walkin’ sh-t down with arps and dracs
bounce out with this switch, fifty shots in his face
he died, y’all ain’t slide and that sh-t a disgrace
we f-ckin’ ’em up, we don’t care ’bout the jakes
my lawyers is dogs, i don’t care ’bout a case, you n-ggas is p-ssy
shots hit his face, better watch how you lookin’
i don’t do no lackin’, this g-lock a fully
imagine how many g-locks we done tooken
whenever we up, b-tch, we be on our bully
no bap, i don’t gotta cap
ran it up, b-tch, i got to them racks
n-ggas be constantly dissin’, we constantly bl!ckin’
we the reason they ass gettin’ wrapped
b-tch, we up on the score by a lot
it’s a b-tton on all of my glocks
you’ll never see me alley-oop by a thot
if she actin’ fishy the b-tch gettin’ sh-t
n-ggas b-tches, they hidin’ in cribs
better hope we don’t find where you live
b-tch, we pull up in strikers and k!ll
b-tch, i’m still in the streets, f-ck a deal
in the trenches my demons is near
if we want it we motherf-ckin’ take it
shoot they block up until that b-tch vacant
catch a clapper, stand over and face him
n-ggas be hoes, don’t pop out with they guns
whenever we see them boys we gotta chase ’em
he actin’ rich but he really a bum
and that sh-t f-cked up that you don’t got no paper

- sob odee

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