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Two bags in one hand
I’m a real money getter
Bitch stop all the talkin’ 
You know that kozy do it better
& you know i do it better
Aye 
You know im evil on a beat 
You know we evil in the street
And i aint go no time to waste
So i just put his ass to sleep
And you dont want me as your enemy
Cuz kozy cant be beat
And you said you spit that gas
Last time i checked i spit that heat
Two bags in one hand 
Im a real money getter 
And this song will make them made 
Because that “kozy do it better” 
Westcoast the best coast
because we all about that cheddar
You know we all about the cheddar
You know that kozy do it better
& you know i cant be beat
Like i pulled up in a tank
& you said your real shooters
Let me call me homie Hank 
And all i do is say the word
We roll it down and let it bang
You know its me around that corner 
When you smellin all that dank
I have to bless my brother for him sending me this beat
You know i got to turn it up because now kozy send the heat
And she lickin on my uH
Now that shawty is a freak
And he said he wanted smoke
Pussy boy dont play with me 
He was talking like a hoe
So i left him like a fidget
And i said i’m getting dough
And you know its triple digits
And we ran off with your pack
Pussy boy just come and get it 
And you rap about a strap 
When you shoot
You always miss it
He dont want no smoke
33 is at his throat 
And you know i like to fight
But my homies like to tote
And he said he TTG
But he is not trained to go
And i shoot a RPG i blow it up right on a hoe
Two bags in one hand
I’m a real money getter
Bitch stop all the talkin’ 
You know that kozy do it better

#KozyDoItBetter

same bitch

Talk abt it

I dont even want em 2

Official NON PROFIT release of “Company” featuring a local artist from BandLab who goes by “Cartiaye”

Company (feat. Cartiaye)

Wining again(juni)


How can I be fake? It ain't real, that shit stupid
You ain't never seen a opp, walk up close and do shit 
Talkin’ like you active, but you cap, in your music 
We was on that block all night, no excuses
Shorty got a pole in his coat, he’ll use it
Catch him in the light, make him freeze likehis music
Came from the street where the youngins going ruthless
you ain’t with the gang, better watch how you move then

every day this niggas they be faking 
im.only on dat pape what you chasing 
you laying with biches you is lazy
spin  her like a DVD till she gets dizzy 
we're  we come from niggas bring the heat to the skreet

They be talking on my name, but can’t prove it
Pockets heavy now, every step leave a shoe print
If it ain't about bread, then my time not included
They want me to lose, but I’m built,to different 
Came from the dirt, now my glow got ‘em muted




Time not included prod gpx beatz

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