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hoodstyle - cobstar lyrics

(verse 1, cobstar)
ain’t playing no games
this year this year tires on the money
f*ck around get hit with a pumpy
up on rides turn him to a dummy
f*ck no beef with a junky aye
stacks of cash them big green notes
run it up watch your team get poked
i’m laughing hard your a bunch of jokes
you think your mad i’ll put you on show aye
i’ll f*ck it up for the ride
i’ll mount, bally on and we ride
and now my boys stuck in a jail house
free big luke till they let him out
gotta invest they ain’t trynna impress
you judging me i’ll pull your chest
one of the best when i step i wreck
your boy got touched he f*cking slept
k!ll it with frap just write my check
your a bunch of flops you ain’t no fret
i’m good on a wine out trust me bruh
i never been the one to run my bruh
it’s fist up or blades out
street sh*t we raced ’round
coppers still speed ’round
houses still burnt out
this real sh*t
this proper street
c town where the ghetto meet
boys still back and up for cash
nike dry fit with a bum bag
with them white shocks back in ’09
that was the look now it’s all gucci
i ain’t f*ck with that
run for the trap then take your bag
get you done up cuz you looking bad
gotta run this sh*t and get my bag
you hear my words just listen lad
aye
and some rob just to trap lots
living in the hood keep your door locked
you might be the next get your door off
my cousin got done for a sawn off
that’s big facts no we don’t lie
talk a lot but they don’t ride
free my brother cause he’s doing time
and all the boys who looking at life
aye
(verse 2, cobstar)
f*ck the system it all be twisted
my mind never change every guy
i listen i do what i want
and that’s the difference
i got my wisdom i act on instincts
i keep my distance i f*ck what they think aye

(verse 3, nuggz420)
too much talk you better pipe down
put the pipe down
this is my town
my boys known to blast that surround sound
foot to the door have you hit the ground
don’t peek don’t move known to bang it out
we up the score’s count the tally now
talk sh*t get slapped get sent
run up on you if you sit the fence
money coming in gotta bag up ten
feds come round and we play pretend

(verse 4, nuggz420)
deep in the fields catch a liar out
got no mains bring the lions out
too much talk you went and wave the towel
whole team ducking when they heard that sound
claim your get it don’t get it
robbed your boys and you let it
made it fit like tetris
you took that l we made that flip
when i rip that crop no lettuce
states hollered when i rip that town
told them who’s gotta take their crown
they use to talk up so we teared it down
talk to tough their pants turned brown
take them presents no santa
catch an opp do a dance bunch of nerdy c*nts
they’re flanders
city like gotham jokers wanna be banished
better back up pack shot head shots
gotta hold on tight when you gripping onto a handle
kick his head and have it dismantled
make your body shiver and rattle
don’t tell lice we catching on tattles
herd your whole team like they cattle
they don’t want no beef
they don’t want the smoke
whole team looking like a bunch of jokes
use to flip packs could of wrapped up notes
back to the trap when it’s time to reload
making moves up and down the coast
got it on lock talk sh*t get poked
in these streets no parade but we make them float
bake them numb like you hooked on coke
bunch of dogs put you on show
squeaky clean cashed up no soap
these p*ssio’s they have no hope
they just be feins that chase them totes
me bruh i’m ’bout them notes

- cobstar lyrics

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