(Intro: Julius)
Long beach is my playground, we the ones b**hes chase now b**hes what the shoes to hit call it knocking booths this Horseshoe city call it H town
I walk around with a hangover the only time you dont see me is When i ain't sober
Fly i be in the sky only time i come down is when i lay over my b**hes bed im a cloud of range rover
This industry can feel it now a black king like where is the Pyramid at? the only n***as with no deal but we still made a Real impact n***a chill yall still talkin beef but i say talk is Cheap like these clothes on a clearance wrap my team is still Intact
Im smooth kinda like a Brazilian wax but i keep a can opener to Peel this back
(Hook: Julius)
Its about to be a f**in change round here
Shoe gang switching the game round here
Pour a shot of brown liquor bout to make that clear
Im always faded let me make that clear
Hey yall
Hey yall
The COB is up in this b**h
I said hey yall
Hey yall
There is no stooping us up in this b**h
These trap n***as is mad oh word is that so
f** that we gon burn down that bando
Lighters in the sky we gon burn down that bando
f** That we gon burn down that bando
The roof the roof the roof is fire
I said my crew my crew n***a my crew is on fire
Word them up tho
ATM
ATM
Anti-Trap Music cop that n***a
4 29
4 29
Thats when that sh** gon drop my n***a
COB
COB
This Crip Or Blood This Cob Gang n***a
Horseshoe Gang
Horseshoe Gang
You ain't f**ing with the crew stop that n***a
4 29
4 29
Let me say that sh** one more time
n***a 429 429
Yall gotta support our grind
n***a 710 405 Long Beach sh**
Thats where we was I
f** Trap Music we pushing the line
Yall mothaf**as want war thats fine
Go!
(Verse 3: Julius)
Long Beach is my stomping ground
We the one n***as talkin bout
I got a silencer but im awfully loud Me Debo Dice and Ken
Awfully loud
I walk around with suspenders
Call me Urkel I love brown little tenders
Plus cops in my neighborhood dont like me when {?}
But ill burn a cop down to its senders
I dont trap these cops [?] I used to be homeless on [?] in
Hollywood hell naw i ain't famous n***a but money ain't as is loose if ain't famous n**ga
So yeah we gon get rich and my team gon eat homie
f** help nope we dont need any
We getting big you cob city Long Beach city this COB city
(Hook: Julius)
Its about to be a f**in change round here
Shoe gang switching the game round here
Pour a shot of brown liquor bout to make that clear
Im always faded let me make that clear
Hey yall
Hey yall
The COB is up in this b**h
I said hey yall
Hey yall
There is no stooping us up in this b**h
These trap n***as is mad oh word is that so
f** that we gon burn down that bando
Lighters in the sky we gon burn down that bando
f** That we gon burn down that bando
The roof the roof the roof is fire
I said my crew my crew n***a my crew is on fire
Word them up tho
ATM
ATM
Anti-Trap Music cop that n***a
4 29
4 29
Thats when that sh** gon drop my n***a
COB
COB
This Crip Or Blood This Cob Gang n***a
Horseshoe Gang
Horseshoe Gang
You ain't f**ing with the crew stop that n***a
ATM
ATM
Anti-Trap Music cop that n***a
4 29
4 29
Thats when that sh** gon drop my n***a
COB
COB
This Crip Or Blood This Cob Gang n***a
Horseshoe Gang
Horseshoe Gang
You ain't f**ing with the crew stop that n***a
4 29
4 29
Let me say that sh** one more time
n***a 429 429
Yall gotta support our grind
n***a 710 405 Long Beach sh**
Thats where we was I
f** Trap Music we pushing the line
Yall mothaf**as want war thats fine
Go!