[Intro: Demetrius Capone]
That's the C-O, add a B to that shit
(x3)

[Crooked I]
Ssutt ssutt is the motto
Spark up some loud, man, crack another bottle
C.O.B deep in the streets like a pothole
You know who to follow
Crooked Intriago
(x2)

[Verse 1: Demetrius Capone]
Now when I step up in the place, all eyes on me
Grand entrance, I arrive so G
I wanna see, I wanna see some bitches grind on me
Then chicks do the Dougie and they fly, so sweet
Hit em up, hit em up, that's what Pac told me
But I'mma switch it up, I'mma hit your bride, on me, on me
Where we at? Where we at? Eastside Long Beach
I don't need to box cuz the heater got long reach
Lowkey, my slang key low, like I slang kilos like my name Nemo
I never play fair, got the game cheat code
Circle-X-Square, I play in beast mode
My Circle "X" squares, your hot man, so what
Blaow, I'll send you to hot damn, know what?
That's Hell, this is a god damn hold up
It's not 12 o' clock, but watch hands go up
[Hook: Julius Luciano]
Okay, you say you're dope, put your dollars up
Y'all n***as ain't hot as us, fuck it y'all should follow us
Yeah, okay you hot but you ain't hot enough
Show you n***as how to bust, fuck it y'all should follow us
Yeah, you gettin' tipsy, hold your bottles up
Drink it down, bottoms up, fuck it y'all should follow us
Yeah, my n***as fuckin' all kind of sluts
Strippers and them model sluts, fuck it y'all should follow us

[Verse 2: Julius Luciano]
I got 2 bottles of the Ace on my car dash
We stopped fuckin' with Cris, Kim Kardash
Rappers, I'mma damage em with hollows
Bullets eat emcees ribs like the sandwich at McDonalds
Talk tough and let the rifle blam n***a
On top of my game like I'm playin' Twister
On top of my game with the Shoes like hopscotch
C.O.B shirt, it say "Do Not Cock Block"
A n***a don't play, get bitches
From here to Detroit, peace to Ro, K, and Kid Vishis
My girl like a lawyer, she know how to get me off
In any case, I'mma beat it til my shit is soft
So many hoes I bend
They be on that fatal attraction, they follow me close like Glenn
I'm drunk but my n***a Siegel hit blunts
He like Kelly Bundy, always see him with bud
[Verse 3: Kenny]
If I'm your role model, I ain't tryin' to be that
Especially when everyday I'm askin' where the weed at
N***as sayin' they hard, maybe I'm blind, I don't see that
But if you wanna have beef with me then tell me where to meet at
N***a you can believe that
I still slip in the club, I still grip on the snub
A real n***a what's up, yeah my n***a you can believe that
You worth shit, dudes rocked back in my teen days n***a
You redefine fashionably late n***a
You need to stop actin' like you paid n***a
You look super gay, mask and a pink cape n***a
This beat was askin' to be raped
So I'm leavin' red spots, splashes of V-8
But nah, that isn't the case n***a
By the way, I'll pack a D. Wade n***a
I'm me, I only shift when I switch lanes
Dirty diaper, ain't shit changed

[Hook: Julius Luciano]

[Verse 4: Ad-Vice]
There's nothin' more valuable than an irrational radical
Who overstands that man has no right to be taxable
It's amiable that you n***as want to stack your capital
And get your jaw broke with a shovel to your mandible
Give me the loot, more than Christopher Wallace
Your paychecks gettin' garnished for talkin' that garbage
I mob with a faction of fiends who stay clean
Who only talk cream when there's a meetin' with the team
By any means, I'm obscene but machetes I swing
Stand heavy in the streets from the visions I see
[????]
I'm optimistic when I bring uncharacteristic styles you never seen
I got a mean mother [?] to simp on
Practice lookin' hard and get emptied the clip on
Got a chick and a headboard for her to grip on
Paralegals off work to get they strip on
[Verse 5: Ro]
Step in the spot, drinkin' Ciroc straight
Feelin' so tall, think my feet is on a crate
[?], my feet is on your face
Look like the Nikes tryin' to tat it on your face
Anyways, I'm on the broads
[?] almost to the elbow on her arm
Chest poke out like the top of "R"
She 5'9" with a ass, I'mma call her star
Yeah I ball, you're with the grounds crew
Look at my wallet, that's a paper view
Do what the haters do, stay on the sidelines
Follow my words, I'm the guideline
And I'm on my time, and I don't waste it
Unless I'm in the stripclub, know I'm gettin' faded
I blew money but I make it back
Cuz I stack, spend, invest, and re-stack

[Hook: Julius Luciano]