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Statements
1,014
Hip-Hop/Rap
Statements was released on April 15, 2022 by Cobo75 as a part of the album Statements - Single
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Release DateApril 15, 2022
LabelCobo75
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM81

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cobo75
Cobo75
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cobo75
Cobo75
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cobo75
Cobo75
Producer

Lyrics

(Damn, AJ, you mixed this? Run that shit back)
Brr
We play ball, who tryna play?
We play ball, who tryna play?
(Damn, Spancy)
We play ball, who tryna play?
Ku got whacked, ain't even spray
Tap his dreads, see DNA
Not on they block, that's every day
We got Glocks, won't leave a trace
Out in traffic dodgin' jakes
Tried to chase, couldn't read the plates
Check the score, I don't debate
Opps know who gon' spin that block (Bah)
They out there loafin', blend and park
Walk up on 'em throwin' darts
Jump in that water, preform with sharks
**** soft, ain't got no heart
We knock shit off, light or dark
Get up close, don't shoot from far
He talked the most, now he some 'za
Courtside, love to play, fuck 'em up from different ways
He still breathin', just a stage
Left him burnin' like some sage
Opps be teethin' 'til they see my face
Clap him quick and get away
I see my vic', just concentrate (Bah)
Ten milli' with switch, call it constipate
They don't do the slidin', just the dyin', the shit be sad as hell
**** on the 'net like, "Where you at?" 'Cause they done felt the belt (Brr)
Pop out ARP and buttons dumpin', that's how buddy fell
They got guns, but they still run, that type of shit'll get you nailed
Anytime they mention one of mine, we heat up the district
**** know we stand on business, switchy turn him Church's Chicken
All you hear is buttons clickin', grr, grr, now they spittin'
Bitch, we known for bakin' biscuits, crop him out the picture (Damn, Spancy)
Don't be linkin' with the opps, notice Mick 'nem gettin' dropped
Nah, these bitches ain't no props, extra clips for extra opps
**** know just what we did, ku got fried, his homie hid
His mama cryin', nobody slid, but stay online like somebody did
We play ball, who tryna play?
Ku got whacked, ain't even spray
Tap his dreads, see DNA
Not on they block, that's every day
We got Glocks, won't leave a trace
Out in traffic dodgin' jakes
Tried to chase, couldn't read the plates
Check the score, I don't debate
Written by: Cobo75
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