posted at - thf zoo, cokilla & only the family lyrics
[intro: cok!lla]
(broski) cok!lla
i got my n*gga zoowop in this b*tch with me
yeah, yeah
yeah
[chorus: cok!lla & thf zoo]
don’t let us get the drop where you be posted at (you know that)
lil’ bro 4’9″, but he tote somethin’ with a shoulder strap (on gang)
there go breezo right out the car, that lil’ boy know he stretched (for real)
now he cryin’, but it’s okay, can’t get his brodie back (no, wop)
when i pop out, i shoot to k!ll ’cause you know drillin’ is a hobby (you know that)
the first n*gga was posted up on folly with a tommy (on gang)
just test me, watch this ten milli’ go off, lil’ n*gga, try me (try me)
these n*ggas ain’t no k!llers, catchin’ accidental bodies (goofy)
[verse 1: cok!lla]
ain’t sh*t changed, b*tch, i’ll get you k!lled quick
my top opp, hе died in 12 and they still sick (for real)
ebk and thf, thеy known to drill sh*t (on gang)
i just did six and i came home and, b*tch, i’m still lit (let’s go)
[verse 2: thf zoo]
cok!lla told me, “zoo, keep goin’, b*tch, we ’bout to blow” (on gang)
i go up a sixty, then pour up a four, then i’m in mode (blow)
my shorties thirsty, tryna catch a body, up the score (go)
if he a witness, then my young n*ggas, they kick in n*ggas’ doors (you know that)
[verse 3: cok!lla]
we takin’ n*ggas’ souls, we leave the scene and now we one up (for real)
my shorty got the drac’, he super fried, you better not run up (on gang)
my glock, it got two titties, plus a b*tton, this b*tch done up
smokin’ dead opps, i’m with dede, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout osama (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[verse 4: thf zoo]
if he show a sign of nervous, he gon’ freeze up on the mission
they like, “zoowop, how you three and o?” b*tch, i don’t leave a witness (witness)
i should have a suit and tie because the way i stand on business
thf and ebk, and we don’t never trust these b*tches, b*tch, you get it
[chorus: cok!lla & thf zoo]
don’t let us get the drop where you be posted at (you know that)
lil’ bro 4’9″, but he tote somethin’ with a shoulder strap (on gang)
there go breezo right out the car, that lil’ boy know he stretched (for real)
now he cryin’, but it’s okay, can’t get his brodie back (no)
when i pop out, i shoot to k!ll ’cause you know drillin’ is a hobby (you know that)
the first n*gga was posted up on folly with a tommy (on gang)
just test me, watch this ten milli’ go off, lil’ n*gga, try me (try me)
these n*ggas ain’t no k!llers, catchin’ accidental bodies (goofy)
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