ترانه:
Costa Crew

shit It's that, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit Ain't another crew

' no crap Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap I'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin' My posse's most strapped, tonight the crew

chrome, pearl handles or the wood animals trying to get away with whatever they could it's spooky how you could get rich off Lucy's four stacks for the jacket, sneaks cost

u bet we gon do our thing well aint it sunny in the summer and we coming for the comers and whoever among us and u kno imma bust my ass until my crew

for colors,but me im ridin for true See i aint sidin wit you,im always dodgin the blue I got two records on the rise,im only signin my crew Forever loyal

When you walk in the bar and you're dressed like a star Rockin' your F me pumps And the men notice you with your Gucci bag crew Can't tell who he's lookin

do it again Bring your whole crew if you see through me And we can meet on the BQE And it goes like This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Lay my game flat

to go to the club mix and mingle Nigga plays his dick like a 12 inch single Yeah, so what you bitches wanna do? Step to me you gots to do my crew, first

the poster, 'til I swear big move My team, you would think was on Thorazine How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's costing Yo, yo, pressure bust