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coe wiki, 150 bump, 150 wiz & 150 ebk - 5 stars lyrics

[chorus: coe wiki]
helicopters around, we got 5 stars, with the pole 15, he a tryhard
something dropped, word to bro, we gon’ roll us
a n+gga get slimed, everytime they gon’ troll us
fatboy tagged, who flyin’ for him? ron dead, who slidin’ for him?
try to line, i’ma die with the b+tch, if he stop for the light, get to firin’ whips

[verse 1: coe wiki]
like, they got me back on that sh+t, try to run up, i’ma empty the clip
last on hit in his belly and sh+t, like, so you know, we get heavy and sh+t
officers know we ain’t spinnin’ for fl!cks, a n+gga could die just for being a b+tch
when we in the 4’s, let me out thе whip, a new opp hit, wasn’t fl!ckin’ his wrist
big die jet, couplе g’s in a spliff, ya’ know who got backshots, like he a b+tch
all the opps tryna up it and cl!ck, i been spinnin’ through dark side, like i’m the grim

[verse 2: 150 bump]
bro on the dark side, like he the grim, on the opps, i shoot at the rim
walkin’ through blocks, we ain’t takin’ no pics, don’t make this sh+t hot, n+ggas know how we bend
l’zz, like, but they know we go for the win, sh+lls, we droppin’ sh+t, way more than ten
bro hit a green light, he plucked in his head, he got accurate aim when he wavin’ his g

[verse 3: 150 wiz]
accurate aim, if he got a chain then he better tuck it
like, brody pull up in the game, i call up dane, the way he gon’ clutch it
g in my pants, she don’t know who she toppin’, baby, i’m 150, way more than a 100
she could never trick me, i could never trust it, glitches get to glitchin, uppin’ it in public
[verse 4: 150 ebk]
brody love the wheel, brody love to spin, we on the 3rd gunnin’ for a+
we on the 3rd gunnin’ for a win, don’t disrespect we not givin’ no breaks
we be buggin’, purgin’ with the ‘rips, we be fiendin’, lookin’ for a vic’
n+ggas snitchin’, talkin’ to the pigs, n+ggas pee+wee, treat him like a kid
i got the .9, brody got the .6, bullets hit his stomach, comin’ out his rib

[verse 5: 150 bump & 150 wiz]
opp thot put d+ck in her ribs, doin’ it back, she get nasty on vid’
n+ggas feelin’ me, treat ’em kids, double cup, brody take off the lid
no more free ap, he just did a bid, n+gga, think he gon’ chase me, i let it rip
oh, he think he crazy? that’s why he shot, let him stay with his g, that’s a g in a box
what the f+ck is a sweep? n+ggas, totin’ on mops
n+gga, f+ck is a kreep? lil’ n+ggas get popped

- coe wiki 150 bump 150 wiz 150 ebk lyrics

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