(Verse 1: Julius)
Long beach is my playground
We the ones bitches chase now
Bitches want the shoes to hit call it knocking booths this Horseshoe city call it H town
I walk around with a hangover
The only time you see me smile when I ain't sober
Fly I be in the sky only time I come down is when I lay over
My bitches bed I'm a cloud finna rain over
This industry can feel it now
A black king like I'm where the pyramids at
The only n***as with no deal but we still made a real impact N***a chill yall still talkin beef but i say talk is Cheap like these clothes on a clearance rack my team is still Intact
I'm smooth kinda like a Brazilian wax
But I keep a can opener to peel lids back

(Hook: Julius)
Its about to be a fuckin change round here
Shoe gang switching the game round here
Pour a shot of brown liquor bout to make that clear
Im always faded let me make that clear
Hey yall
Hey yall
The COB is up in this bitch
I said hey yall
Hey yall
There is no stooping us up in this bitch
These trap n***as is mad oh word is that so
Fuck that we gon burn down that bando
Lighters in the sky we gon burn down that bando
Fuck That we gon burn down that bando
The roof the roof the roof is fire
I said my crew my crew n***a my crew is on fire
Word them up tho
ATM
ATM
Anti-Trap Music cop that n***a
4 29
4 29
Thats when that shit gon drop my n***a
COB
COB
This Crip Or Blood This Cob Gang n***a
Horseshoe Gang
Horseshoe Gang
You ain't fucking with the crew stop that n***a
4 29
4 29
Let me say that shit one more time
N***a 429 429
Yall gotta support our grind
N***a 710 405 Long Beach shit
Thats where we was I
Fuck Trap Music we pushing the line
Yall mothafuckas want war thats fine
Go!
(Verse 2: Julius)
Long Beach is my stomping ground
We the one n***as talkin' bout
I got a silencer but im awfully loud
Me, Debo, Dice, and Ken off the loud
I walk around with suspenders
Call me Urkel I love brown little tenders
Plus cops in my neighborhood dont like me wanna Tamir Rice me
But I'll burn a cop down to its senders
I dont trap these cops [?] I used to be homeless on [?] in
Hollywood hell naw i ain't famous n***a but money ain't as is loose if ain't famous niggga
So yeah we gon get rich and my team gon eat hear me?
Fuck help nope we don't need any
We getting big you see obesity
Long Beach this C.O.B. city


(Hook: Julius)
Its about to be a fuckin change round here
Shoe gang switching the game round here
Pour a shot of brown liquor bout to make that clear
Im always faded let me make that clear
Hey yall
Hey yall
The COB is up in this bitch
I said hey yall
Hey yall
There is no stooping us up in this bitch
These trap n***as is mad oh word is that so
Fuck that we gon burn down that bando
Lighters in the sky we gon burn down that bando
Fuck That we gon burn down that bando
The roof the roof the roof is fire
I said my crew my crew n***a my crew is on fire
Word them up tho
ATM
ATM
Anti-Trap Music cop that n***a
4 29
4 29
Thats when that shit gon drop my n***a
COB
COB
This Crip Or Blood This Cob Gang n***a
Horseshoe Gang
Horseshoe Gang
You ain't fucking with the crew stop that n***a
ATM
ATM
Anti-Trap Music cop that n***a
4 29
4 29
Thats when that shit gon drop my n***a
COB
COB
This Crip Or Blood This Cob Gang n***a
Horseshoe Gang
Horseshoe Gang
You ain't fucking with the crew stop that n***a
4 29
4 29
Let me say that shit one more time
N***a 429 429
Yall gotta support our grind
N***a 710 405 Long Beach shit
Thats where we was I
Fuck Trap Music we pushing the line
Yall mothafuckas want war thats fine
Go!