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COMA
Hip-Hop/Rap
COMA was released on April 10, 2026 by OTB/5TM as a part of the album SHITBAGGER
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Release DateApril 10, 2026
LabelOTB/5TM
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM153

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
okgutta
okgutta
Rap, Lead Vocals, Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James T Crawford
James T Crawford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
okgutta
okgutta
Producer

Lyrics

The face of the five
Dj Shitty B (John Gutta, yea)
Any ****, that say fiveK my brudda, gon' hit you and wipe your nose
Three K's in the spot, I been tryin' to go get **** hit, what the fuck y'all on
762s rip through your tissues, tendons, and nerves and shatter your bones
Smoked so much glo in the crib, it's a poltergeist inside my home
I've been tryin' to get up with Ttwo I'm out in Pennville posted outside of his home
Ten millis will fly through the window, shatter the glass and go through your dome
Zoo Mako been fiending for blood, as soon as he see him, he'll get some gone
Dj Shitty B threeK in my veins
Ridin' around with a hockey stick, man, I just did a burger flip
Got threeK in my pockets, stuffed up, they cannot fit no more in
My partners will snatch you up and take off all your fuckin' limbs
I just got a **** bucked, I ran off with all of his shit
Man my bitch eats brains for lunch, I just bought a new four-fifth
FiveTM is known for havin' Glocks, do not pass me a Sig
I get **** popped for tryin' to act tough when they know they bitch
ThreeK
Yea, threeK, yea
I'm so TFK, GK, threeK, I want them **** dead
So much sticks inside this bitch, we might get sweeped up by the feds
I'm tryna catch lil' nerdy bull and chop off all his fuckin' dreads
Diss the five he must've been on meds, he cannot run, he dead
AR-15 hit you like a guillotine, off with your head
My brother gave you shitbag and coma, you woke up and left
They know where to find me, they not lookin, I'm inside the jects
Spinning off a G6, tryna take something off like I'm a jet
Gamble with your life, I dare your dumb ass to place the bet
He got hit and checked, my five just left him stuck like he on ket
John Guttas a vet, I'm a don they treat me with respect
You can't wear a vest, I'll hit your arms and still rip through your neck
You can't speak about me in the five they'll fill you up with lead
Say my name three times, something gon' get smashed, you get the curse of death
ThreeK, til my bones decay, I'm top floor k inside a pent
The shitbag master
Push up so I can shit on you
Written by: James T Crawford
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