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Coyote Company Anthem (feat. Mirio) Video (MV)






Street - Coyote Company Anthem (feat. Mirio) Lyrics




Trap boom phone gonna ring
Drip hard they gone follow in
I been outside been thuggin it
We get the pot then zimzalabim
You hear the boom then that's firearm
Beg someone call coroner
I just lit the whole spot with one arm
I got a 20 ball on arm
Lumps of the racks in my jeans
Take pride in the holdin head of queen
Pink notes'll keep a nigga clean
Drop a bad bitch to her knees
I was hardcore from the stove
I had to make a profit off the phone
I had to make building off the o's
I just pulled up with coyotee co

Bunch of dread heads looking like some zo's
Bunch of guns like terrorist f*cking wipe his nose
Came in for some vengeance i ain't letting up
Boy you already dead dead i'm just letting you know
Let's put all fraudulent an all that bullshit to the side
I part showed my hand an showed em i was down ride
I parked up the benz an scraped the rim on the curb
An you can go ask i ain't giving a f*ck
I hopped out fly as f*ck
Step all over my demons i did what i want when i seen em
Pledge allegiance to regions i had to get power a lil easier
It's a game of chess an art of war
I graduated
Graduated from the corner store
I done elevated way way past them
I had to hit the spot to quit the fasting
Shake the spot an get it rushing
A nigga dropped a free bag
Meaning i just got the bag for the free free
So you know there ain't no taxing
We some renegades bout the action
Money coming in an it won't ever stop
It won't ever stop michellin do a lap on em
An i just came in with insane drip an i swear to God i broke the bank on em
It was incomparable you should've seen the way i done lamped on em
Made a tare or a few was tryna break the whole damn bank on em
Street

Trap boom, phone gonna ring
Drip hard, they gone follow in
I been outside been thuggin it
We get the pot then zimzalabim
You hear the boom then that's firearm
Beg someone call coroner
I just lit the whole spot with one arm
I got a 20 ball on arm
Lumps of the racks in my jeans
Take pride in the holdin head of queen
Pink notes'll keep a nigga clean
Drop a bad bitch to her knees
I was hardcore from the stove
I had to make a profit off the phone
I had to make building off the o's
I just pulled up with coyotee co

Bringing them bags of beans in
You know this coyotee season
Putting them bags in back you know we serving that ether
An i've been stonecold from the stove
An i've blowing out them o's
An i've been making em moves an i swear it's been sweet
I been diggin out broads an making em weak
An you know i'm gangter an abnormal
Wanna take your bitch i hold my arm out
An it was just ice, an i was just bright, like a damn light
I was just lit, i was just hype, this drug life
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Trap boom phone gonna ring
Drip hard they gone follow in
I been outside been thuggin it
We get the pot then zimzalabim
You hear the boom then that's firearm
Beg someone call coroner
I just lit the whole spot with one arm
I got a 20 ball on arm
Lumps of the racks in my jeans
Take pride in the holdin head of queen
Pink notes'll keep a nigga clean
Drop a bad bitch to her knees
I was hardcore from the stove
I had to make a profit off the phone
I had to make building off the o's
I just pulled up with coyotee co

Bunch of dread heads looking like some zo's
Bunch of guns like terrorist f*cking wipe his nose
Came in for some vengeance i ain't letting up
Boy you already dead dead i'm just letting you know
Let's put all fraudulent an all that bullshit to the side
I part showed my hand an showed em i was down ride
I parked up the benz an scraped the rim on the curb
An you can go ask i ain't giving a f*ck
I hopped out fly as f*ck
Step all over my demons i did what i want when i seen em
Pledge allegiance to regions i had to get power a lil easier
It's a game of chess an art of war
I graduated
Graduated from the corner store
I done elevated way way past them
I had to hit the spot to quit the fasting
Shake the spot an get it rushing
A nigga dropped a free bag
Meaning i just got the bag for the free free
So you know there ain't no taxing
We some renegades bout the action
Money coming in an it won't ever stop
It won't ever stop michellin do a lap on em
An i just came in with insane drip an i swear to God i broke the bank on em
It was incomparable you should've seen the way i done lamped on em
Made a tare or a few was tryna break the whole damn bank on em
Street

Trap boom, phone gonna ring
Drip hard, they gone follow in
I been outside been thuggin it
We get the pot then zimzalabim
You hear the boom then that's firearm
Beg someone call coroner
I just lit the whole spot with one arm
I got a 20 ball on arm
Lumps of the racks in my jeans
Take pride in the holdin head of queen
Pink notes'll keep a nigga clean
Drop a bad bitch to her knees
I was hardcore from the stove
I had to make a profit off the phone
I had to make building off the o's
I just pulled up with coyotee co

Bringing them bags of beans in
You know this coyotee season
Putting them bags in back you know we serving that ether
An i've been stonecold from the stove
An i've blowing out them o's
An i've been making em moves an i swear it's been sweet
I been diggin out broads an making em weak
An you know i'm gangter an abnormal
Wanna take your bitch i hold my arm out
An it was just ice, an i was just bright, like a damn light
I was just lit, i was just hype, this drug life
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