(Intro: Julius) Long beach is my playground, we the ones b**hes chase now b**hes what 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 dont see me is When i ain't sober Fly i be in the sky only time i come down is when i lay over my b**hes bed im a cloud of range rover This industry can feel it now a black king like where is the Pyramid 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 wrap my team is still Intact Im smooth kinda like a Brazilian wax but i keep a can opener to Peel this back (Hook: Julius) Its about to be a f**in 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 b**h I said hey yall Hey yall There is no stooping us up in this b**h These trap n***as is mad oh word is that so f** that we gon burn down that bando Lighters in the sky we gon burn down that bando f** 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 sh** gon drop my n***a COB COB This Crip Or Blood This Cob Gang n***a Horseshoe Gang Horseshoe Gang You ain't f**ing with the crew stop that n***a 4 29 4 29 Let me say that sh** one more time n***a 429 429 Yall gotta support our grind n***a 710 405 Long Beach sh** Thats where we was I f** Trap Music we pushing the line Yall mothaf**as want war thats fine Go! (Verse 3: 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 Awfully loud I walk around with suspenders Call me Urkel I love brown little tenders Plus cops in my neighborhood dont like me when {?} But ill 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 n**ga So yeah we gon get rich and my team gon eat homie f** help nope we dont need any We getting big you cob city Long Beach city this COB city (Hook: Julius) Its about to be a f**in 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 b**h I said hey yall Hey yall There is no stooping us up in this b**h These trap n***as is mad oh word is that so f** that we gon burn down that bando Lighters in the sky we gon burn down that bando f** 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 sh** gon drop my n***a COB COB This Crip Or Blood This Cob Gang n***a Horseshoe Gang Horseshoe Gang You ain't f**ing with the crew stop that n***a ATM ATM Anti-Trap Music cop that n***a 4 29 4 29 Thats when that sh** gon drop my n***a COB COB This Crip Or Blood This Cob Gang n***a Horseshoe Gang Horseshoe Gang You ain't f**ing with the crew stop that n***a 4 29 4 29 Let me say that sh** one more time n***a 429 429 Yall gotta support our grind n***a 710 405 Long Beach sh** Thats where we was I f** Trap Music we pushing the line Yall mothaf**as want war thats fine Go!