Team COB - Crooked I, Horseshoe Gang, Iceman

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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'