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sob odee - coffin (feat. montannaatm) [remix] كلمات الأغنية

[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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