Courtlandt Over Everything Pt. 3

[Intro: Sha EK]
(Oh, please, Aston)
(Lean cost more than your rent)
(Sway, how you do that?)
Grrah

[Verse 1: Sha EK]
C.O.E, I got love for my shit
Fuck the politics, they got me back on that shit
Livin' like Yellow and ballin' for Diddy, and like Noah, you know I'ma click
He tryna scream out, "Stomp out gang," when Woo Lotti died, he was restin' in piss
Juther got killed, he got hit with a hookah and all of the Gunnaz was sick
OGz, OGz, OGz spun the Hav' and his candles got kicked
Lil' Bouba got signed and he opened the doors for the hood, now all of the shooters got rich

[Verse 2: Bouba Savage]
That's a fact (No cap)
I had to make sure my niggas is good, I cannot leave 'em stuck inside a trap
Yo, EK, you gotta pass me the strap
Catch lil' Ndot, put 'em in a pack
When he leavin' the Tzz, don't lack (Don't lack)
RPT-K, all them niggas get hit (What? What?)
Can't forget JO Burna got clapped (Poke 'em)
C.O.E up, nigga, that's for life (C.O.E)
Catch a Gunna, you know it's on sight (He get wacked)
Kidnap who? I don't fight
I got some shit that leave you at the light (At the light)
Mat got hit, started Harlem shakin' (Shake-shake), niggas scared when we spin on a bike (On a bike)

[Verse 3: B-Lovee]
Big EBK, give a fuck what they like
Free bro, Mr. Walk-Up-Get-Right
They never chill on the lo' 'cause we always spinnin' on wheels, or the feet, or the bike
Catch an opp and I'm lettin' it go, I'm too high, I be smokin' on niggas that died by the knife
Matt, Dummy, and Lotti ain't put up a fight
Bro booked for the body, this shit got me tight
Said that he droppin' my shit, why he fakin'?
You got extorted for false allegations
Bro upped the chop in the spot, had 'em shakin'
Finger itchin', I'm losin' my patience
Rah caught one to the top, no savin'
Too many opps in a box, can't name 'em
Niggas be thinkin' that they got the spot, big C.O.E, no way that I'm changin', like