Team COB

[Hook: Crooked I] Through out ugliness my team there with me It’s all Lovie Smith my team bare with me You know my team bare with me You know COB is the best [Verse 1: Kenny Siegel] Kenny is a beast, so niggas is whatever You touchscreen niggas y’all sensitive to pressure My flow switches like the weather vicious with the letters I’m murder on top of sheets every written is a stretcher No deputy but step to me if you want the heat Low key so they can't detect if I’m on the street If you want the purp step into my office sir We can even share if you wanna chief But if there’s no loot in it I ain’t gonna speak ‘Cause I hustle while you're under cover I ain’t gonna sleep While I’m still making references to police like a racist cop Niggas scared when I’m on the beat [Verse 2: Andrew "Dice" Dinero] This is COB and we the four quarters Serving the whole world that’s why they call us world order Worse than man slaughter mix horseshoes with slaughter house That equals a horse man slaughter You know of none of me I dare devils to stunt on me Underneath the front seat’s where the gun’ll be when I hunt MCs Upon the sheets I cut your wife like sunny D I mean OJ my notes are doper than a hundred keys My gun a blame them,and them I'm gonna squeeze that random Give you the holy ghost I see shots to your phantom Brawl styles I work the beat like a cop, bitch Long Beach ask Snoop about this COB shit [Hook] [Verse 3: Demetrius Capone] Holy crap, I spit holy crap What a nigga know about that I spit biblical shit Turn pricks into dead homie tats Then I go brapp whoever tattoo you on they back So your name can’t live on Then I’m rocking the holy golie mask It’s metaphor, metamorphosis Reservoirs, headless horsemen shit I severed the heads of the four horsemen With a forth battle swordsmanship The predator will teleport towards you To let the hells war comence This is the portrait of war My height is several stories more elite My mind is the thirteen level floor Can’t find it It never more exists, it’s missin' I call the eagle desert storm, listen Sayonara, shots are flying saucers Get it? you didn't know I was with that business Like a silent partner [Verse 4: Iceman] Iceman, I got howitzer aim You can’t even see how high my calibres ranked COB yeah we tower the game If you mad at the higher ups than we the tower to blame And no matter which direction you rerouting your plane ‘Cause we got rocket launchers that keep cowards away Red beam throughout your face Leave without a trace is like government fund you when I'm rubbing Leave your mid section 8 If you thinking 'bout taking my narcotics I’mma stick your arm socket With a sharp object your hearts clouded Yeah, sonnin' you rappers no Maury show Just ’cause you sniff powder don't mean you can't absorb the blow [Hook] [Verse 5: Julius Luciano] My team in the building before everybody liked contractors I stand by my words,perfect up my lines, line backup You lyin' bastards is nigh factors The nine fracture, you spyin' to nine fractions You can run but you're not faster Get hollow chips my gun ring that's the call of duty Put in between you two on your gay ass then call you Rudy Young Julius,look how I’m styling my veins Bitches love me like Ryan Reynolds, but I'm wilder than Van My niggas get paid with the arms Try to stop me you would get picked in the arm You motherfucker should be waiting your turn If you don’t have money that ain't my concern I put it down like I finish with it You bitches enough, my dick is in it You niggas don’t know how to throw games I’m in the mouth off in the pitchin'