Courtlandt Over Everything Pt. 3 lyrics

[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 sh*t
f*ck the politics, they got me back on that sh*t
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 p*ss
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 n*ggas 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 n*ggas get hit (What? What?)
Can't forget JO Burna got clapped (Poke 'em)
C.O.E up, n*gga, 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 sh*t that leave you at the light (At the light)
Mat got hit, started Harlem shakin' (Shake-shake), n*ggas scared when we spin on a bike (On a bike)
[Verse 3: B-Lovee]
Big EBK, give a f*ck 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 n*ggas that died by the knife
Matt, Dummy, and Lotti ain't put up a fight
Bro booked for the body, this sh*t got me tight
Said that he droppin' my sh*t, 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
n*ggas be thinkin' that they got the spot, big C.O.E, no way that I'm changin', like