Intro lyrics - Cory Gunz
[Intro: sample]
[Verse:]
Yea, welcome to my base
South Bronx in the reppin, with my weapon on my waist
Steppin caution, I want my collection on my plate
Pretty sure that mine want my errection on her face
15 in the Beemer, I showed em how I flow
Many ladies they love me but do I love em? Oh no
I get money so like the money they with me then let go
They catch a nigga for rhyming, they tryna give me and they told
I tell em I don't give up
I'm a lace yo nigga on my time
I got money and murder on my mind
Nigga, thorazine change young Bronx
Afraid of games that'll come
I told em from the start, I'm not a organ doner but I bet you'd see my heart if you ever pulled my card
You'll never see the light if you never seen a dawg
And for a sprite we'll let em see the spark
You've never see my pay cause you've never seen my pain
Niggas say I changed, I'm just more about my part
You'll find me in the trap counting scratches in the trap
I'll be in Hermit or in the middle of the Bronx
Long story shorter than a wrong story
Your favorite rapper couldn't right a wrong, Cory nigga
I'm a your biggest enemy and I'm yo biggest fan
I don't give a fuck, I ain't never feared a man
[Verse:]
Yea, welcome to my base
South Bronx in the reppin, with my weapon on my waist
Steppin caution, I want my collection on my plate
Pretty sure that mine want my errection on her face
15 in the Beemer, I showed em how I flow
Many ladies they love me but do I love em? Oh no
I get money so like the money they with me then let go
They catch a nigga for rhyming, they tryna give me and they told
I tell em I don't give up
I'm a lace yo nigga on my time
I got money and murder on my mind
Nigga, thorazine change young Bronx
Afraid of games that'll come
I told em from the start, I'm not a organ doner but I bet you'd see my heart if you ever pulled my card
You'll never see the light if you never seen a dawg
And for a sprite we'll let em see the spark
You've never see my pay cause you've never seen my pain
Niggas say I changed, I'm just more about my part
You'll find me in the trap counting scratches in the trap
I'll be in Hermit or in the middle of the Bronx
Long story shorter than a wrong story
Your favorite rapper couldn't right a wrong, Cory nigga
I'm a your biggest enemy and I'm yo biggest fan
I don't give a fuck, I ain't never feared a man
Datz Wtf I'm Talkin' 'bout lyrics - Cory Gunz
Brand new 9 on my hip – that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
Nigga act up, roll my clip - that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
In yo hood when I'm feelin crick - that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
Then shit good cause you with yo bitch - that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
No I ain't slipped, I ain't bout to slip - that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
Chase these checks, count the chips - that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
The H of Dub, give me that Hermene - that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
Both girlfriends on track today - that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
Bottles on the couch, pourin em out - that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
Mollies on the couch, pourin it out - that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
Stacks on deck, you better to check - that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
Can't go broke cause you try to respect - that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
Uptown down with a couple grown - that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
Your dirty south, your cup slow down - that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
Real nigga shit, fuck you talkin bout - that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
You bitch niggas know what I'm talkin bout - that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
That's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
(I said) that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
(Wut?) that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
(Wut?) that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
(Wut?) that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
(Wut?) that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
(Wut?) that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
(Wut?) that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
(Uh) that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
(Fuck bitches get money) that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
(Fuck bitches get money) that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
(Fuck bitches get money) that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
(Fuck bitches get money) that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
(Fuck bitches get money) that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
(Fuck bitches get money) that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
Word on pity – I pop off on anybody say they wanna see me
Fake whack, you don't know what I'm talkin bout
I make a show in reality here called TV
Don't chat with me unless you about to stack with me
Guaranteed won't rap with me
Come on tell them niggas that I hate but them niggas can't escape
There's time cause the whole trap with me
D E to the A to the T F to the F B I know about the set boy
I move silent but I catch noise
F to the A but alphabet boy
Gripping on a punk, want a pint off a pill
Get him for a chum, put yo life on a bill
Young money, cash money up, know this
I ain't had a fight since a kid, hold this
I just might let yo nigga go flip
It's me, watch yo career go nigga
Ahead of time but I live for this
I'm just right, get the kids mo chips
Going in stunner, going as puff ass hoes
Did your assholes really want her ass exposed?
If a rap close of relax lab goes to the bathroom like it ain't no shit
Fuck niggas get money I said
Fuck bitches get money I said
I ain't here to get money, got bread
I'll leave any money I gather
I got a buck if you wanna get bummy
So get a buck if you wanna get puffy
No luck, we only copy
Bitch duck, you don't know your story
Know that I'm bout that Benjamins
I run a fire then lick the skin
Hollywood that's how they let the niggas spend
So they trap about it, for dividends
I was on the block only counting blessings
Swear to God all I have is time
Max to the rap doing all the jack
I really get with that time and they stack time
That's what the fuck I'm talkin bout, that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
That's what the fuck I'm talkin bout, that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
That's what the fuck I'm talkin bout, that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
That's what the fuck I'm talkin bout, that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
That's what the fuck I'm talkin bout, that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
That's what the fuck I'm talkin bout, that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
That's what the fuck I'm talkin bout, that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
That's what the fuck I'm talkin bout, that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout uh
Nigga act up, roll my clip - that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
In yo hood when I'm feelin crick - that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
Then shit good cause you with yo bitch - that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
No I ain't slipped, I ain't bout to slip - that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
Chase these checks, count the chips - that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
The H of Dub, give me that Hermene - that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
Both girlfriends on track today - that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
Bottles on the couch, pourin em out - that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
Mollies on the couch, pourin it out - that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
Stacks on deck, you better to check - that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
Can't go broke cause you try to respect - that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
Uptown down with a couple grown - that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
Your dirty south, your cup slow down - that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
Real nigga shit, fuck you talkin bout - that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
You bitch niggas know what I'm talkin bout - that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
That's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
(I said) that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
(Wut?) that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
(Wut?) that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
(Wut?) that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
(Wut?) that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
(Wut?) that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
(Wut?) that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
(Uh) that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
(Fuck bitches get money) that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
(Fuck bitches get money) that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
(Fuck bitches get money) that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
(Fuck bitches get money) that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
(Fuck bitches get money) that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
(Fuck bitches get money) that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
Word on pity – I pop off on anybody say they wanna see me
Fake whack, you don't know what I'm talkin bout
I make a show in reality here called TV
Don't chat with me unless you about to stack with me
Guaranteed won't rap with me
Come on tell them niggas that I hate but them niggas can't escape
There's time cause the whole trap with me
D E to the A to the T F to the F B I know about the set boy
I move silent but I catch noise
F to the A but alphabet boy
Gripping on a punk, want a pint off a pill
Get him for a chum, put yo life on a bill
Young money, cash money up, know this
I ain't had a fight since a kid, hold this
I just might let yo nigga go flip
It's me, watch yo career go nigga
Ahead of time but I live for this
I'm just right, get the kids mo chips
Going in stunner, going as puff ass hoes
Did your assholes really want her ass exposed?
If a rap close of relax lab goes to the bathroom like it ain't no shit
Fuck niggas get money I said
Fuck bitches get money I said
I ain't here to get money, got bread
I'll leave any money I gather
I got a buck if you wanna get bummy
So get a buck if you wanna get puffy
No luck, we only copy
Bitch duck, you don't know your story
Know that I'm bout that Benjamins
I run a fire then lick the skin
Hollywood that's how they let the niggas spend
So they trap about it, for dividends
I was on the block only counting blessings
Swear to God all I have is time
Max to the rap doing all the jack
I really get with that time and they stack time
That's what the fuck I'm talkin bout, that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
That's what the fuck I'm talkin bout, that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
That's what the fuck I'm talkin bout, that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
That's what the fuck I'm talkin bout, that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
That's what the fuck I'm talkin bout, that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
That's what the fuck I'm talkin bout, that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
That's what the fuck I'm talkin bout, that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
That's what the fuck I'm talkin bout, that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout uh
Kan't See Me lyrics - Cory Gunz (feat. Busta Rhymes)
[Verse 1: Cory Gunz]
Killin' the set, spend like a million a mic put in the tec
Shout out to the niggas that are never getting respect
Balls in your mouth with a dick in your neck
Pullin work, now I’m feelin stretch
I’mma get mine like I invented the dead
Niggas say I’m trash, I don’t wanna get an A
So much people on the crib that I never really met
Old fashion, I’ve been a long time coming
Youngin' on the conner with the .45 dummy
Ain't no confusion of course start gunning
You don’t wanna make music, with yours I’m drumming
Can’ put me in a room, put me in a room full of squirties
and of shooters and of hoodies in the boots
Quit the fronting, I’mma run em, run em on the automatic
Everybody know I have the money to recruit nigga
Real nigga on that asshole
Cops knocks, said I’m gone, get a warrant, I ain’t home
High school sweetheart, turnin yo bitch
Everything I thing im looking for is only in the uterus
Someone gettin money, Niggas that I’m movin with, they’d probably get you dumb
Easy to fuck, to get you fooled with what I’m on my mind
Y'all on my dick,
No metaphors, thats just true shit
Red nigga smoking on a quarter of the new one
Rolls Royce drink with the daughter of you
At least two stacks, blowin all three
We offed, ever offered em all on you
G17, each in the neck
You rich nigga , you should throw loop on your neck
I ain’t heard anybody say they have one of the best
And I ain’t never seen the lights
[Hook]
Niggas kant see me, niggas kant see me
Niggas kant see me, niggas kant see me
Niggas niggas do them, Niggas niggas do them, Niggas kant see me
Niggas kant see me, niggas kant… fuck that
Niggas kant be me, (blood) niggas kant be me
Niggas kant be me, niggas kant be me
Niggas niggas niggas do them,Niggas niggas do them, Niggas kant see me
(God just make a man of you… just be
God just make a man of you… just be)
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Nigga here we go again
Drop another killer whenever I hold a pen
When I’m in the mussy I don’t wanna be your friend
And then I beat a nigga, hit him like it’s never gonna end
And you know I’m comin the way I gotta defend it
And I’m killin everything until they family regret it
And I tell em every time until I really think they get it
Til a nigga let it go and now somebody need a medic
Nigga want a problem, I’m thinkin you’d better get it
You don’t wanna see the footage, somebody showed you a edit
(heard when I say?)
Well em again I said it
I’m not shittin on these niggas, I know everybody smell it
All these names aren’t here
And I’m the nicest, I’m the greatest, I appreciate the credit
I ain’t gotta do and let another nigga tell it
Nigga think shit, sweet bitch, diabetic
They I stun em and I hit em
And I got em and I get em and I rock em and I send em up
Then I lock em when I winning
And I park it in a minute then I cock it and I hit em up
Yes! When it’s time to say it, believe me I gotta go
Securing the win but getting a lot of dough
Everything I touch you see that you gotta blow
Hit me in the cut, hit him in the gut
Begging to be swept til another club shut
See me proper, gotta give it up
GT rocker, all up in my cup
Come here Shawty, you could tell em that I little made me tinkle in yo butt
Even if I give it to em in 3D
Let’s be clear, you can never see me
[Hook]
Niggas kant see me, niggas kant see me
Niggas kant see me, niggas kant see me
Niggas niggas do them, Niggas niggas do them, Niggas kant see me
Niggas kant see me, niggas kant… fuck that
Niggas kant be me,(blood) niggas kant be me
Niggas kant be me, niggas kant be me
Niggas niggas niggas do them, Niggas do them, Niggas kant see me
[Verse 3: Cory Gunz]
Movin on a mission with a mac
Can’t find your way to my position with a map
But I’m on the bronze on, in the kitchen with the crack
Hit the birds more important, and the bitches in the back
Yea mine gon stop, never would I do that, yea
Going harder than they thought i would've last year
Chains gonna put it on the game, put it on my chain
Swear they actin funny when I’m back there
They out here but you something
I’m too loco, they semi-dumb
I don’t understand her, you don’t understand me
Understand that you don’t understand (you understand?)
Shit nigga, you don’t understand
She want a real nigga, she don’t want a man
Got you here but your coach is choosing
Nigga now exposed, and nigga we’re out of playin
I do me, I do me
I’m doing my drill, I’m grinding you
Back when I rap, I’m attacking the track
By beat and the beat got a rivalry
Streets that I sleep where the bible be
Got her free at suite, can’t idol me
YMC entitle me
And out this bitch where I will be
Fly to the moon, off to the stars
Hoping all them niggas call from the car
Oh Lord like whenever I get off of the job
I go hard like off you, what they offering ya?
Really wanna get into the bigger but I’m ready for the war
Nigga all be avoided if yall avoid
[Hook]
Niggas kant see me, niggas kant see me
Niggas kant see me, niggas kant see me
Niggas niggas do them, Niggas niggas do them, Niggas kant see me
Niggas kant see me, niggas kant… fuck that
Niggas kant be me, niggas kant be me
Niggas kant be me, niggas kant be me
Niggas niggas do them, Niggas niggas do them, Niggas kant see me
Killin' the set, spend like a million a mic put in the tec
Shout out to the niggas that are never getting respect
Balls in your mouth with a dick in your neck
Pullin work, now I’m feelin stretch
I’mma get mine like I invented the dead
Niggas say I’m trash, I don’t wanna get an A
So much people on the crib that I never really met
Old fashion, I’ve been a long time coming
Youngin' on the conner with the .45 dummy
Ain't no confusion of course start gunning
You don’t wanna make music, with yours I’m drumming
Can’ put me in a room, put me in a room full of squirties
and of shooters and of hoodies in the boots
Quit the fronting, I’mma run em, run em on the automatic
Everybody know I have the money to recruit nigga
Real nigga on that asshole
Cops knocks, said I’m gone, get a warrant, I ain’t home
High school sweetheart, turnin yo bitch
Everything I thing im looking for is only in the uterus
Someone gettin money, Niggas that I’m movin with, they’d probably get you dumb
Easy to fuck, to get you fooled with what I’m on my mind
Y'all on my dick,
No metaphors, thats just true shit
Red nigga smoking on a quarter of the new one
Rolls Royce drink with the daughter of you
At least two stacks, blowin all three
We offed, ever offered em all on you
G17, each in the neck
You rich nigga , you should throw loop on your neck
I ain’t heard anybody say they have one of the best
And I ain’t never seen the lights
[Hook]
Niggas kant see me, niggas kant see me
Niggas kant see me, niggas kant see me
Niggas niggas do them, Niggas niggas do them, Niggas kant see me
Niggas kant see me, niggas kant… fuck that
Niggas kant be me, (blood) niggas kant be me
Niggas kant be me, niggas kant be me
Niggas niggas niggas do them,Niggas niggas do them, Niggas kant see me
(God just make a man of you… just be
God just make a man of you… just be)
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Nigga here we go again
Drop another killer whenever I hold a pen
When I’m in the mussy I don’t wanna be your friend
And then I beat a nigga, hit him like it’s never gonna end
And you know I’m comin the way I gotta defend it
And I’m killin everything until they family regret it
And I tell em every time until I really think they get it
Til a nigga let it go and now somebody need a medic
Nigga want a problem, I’m thinkin you’d better get it
You don’t wanna see the footage, somebody showed you a edit
(heard when I say?)
Well em again I said it
I’m not shittin on these niggas, I know everybody smell it
All these names aren’t here
And I’m the nicest, I’m the greatest, I appreciate the credit
I ain’t gotta do and let another nigga tell it
Nigga think shit, sweet bitch, diabetic
They I stun em and I hit em
And I got em and I get em and I rock em and I send em up
Then I lock em when I winning
And I park it in a minute then I cock it and I hit em up
Yes! When it’s time to say it, believe me I gotta go
Securing the win but getting a lot of dough
Everything I touch you see that you gotta blow
Hit me in the cut, hit him in the gut
Begging to be swept til another club shut
See me proper, gotta give it up
GT rocker, all up in my cup
Come here Shawty, you could tell em that I little made me tinkle in yo butt
Even if I give it to em in 3D
Let’s be clear, you can never see me
[Hook]
Niggas kant see me, niggas kant see me
Niggas kant see me, niggas kant see me
Niggas niggas do them, Niggas niggas do them, Niggas kant see me
Niggas kant see me, niggas kant… fuck that
Niggas kant be me,(blood) niggas kant be me
Niggas kant be me, niggas kant be me
Niggas niggas niggas do them, Niggas do them, Niggas kant see me
[Verse 3: Cory Gunz]
Movin on a mission with a mac
Can’t find your way to my position with a map
But I’m on the bronze on, in the kitchen with the crack
Hit the birds more important, and the bitches in the back
Yea mine gon stop, never would I do that, yea
Going harder than they thought i would've last year
Chains gonna put it on the game, put it on my chain
Swear they actin funny when I’m back there
They out here but you something
I’m too loco, they semi-dumb
I don’t understand her, you don’t understand me
Understand that you don’t understand (you understand?)
Shit nigga, you don’t understand
She want a real nigga, she don’t want a man
Got you here but your coach is choosing
Nigga now exposed, and nigga we’re out of playin
I do me, I do me
I’m doing my drill, I’m grinding you
Back when I rap, I’m attacking the track
By beat and the beat got a rivalry
Streets that I sleep where the bible be
Got her free at suite, can’t idol me
YMC entitle me
And out this bitch where I will be
Fly to the moon, off to the stars
Hoping all them niggas call from the car
Oh Lord like whenever I get off of the job
I go hard like off you, what they offering ya?
Really wanna get into the bigger but I’m ready for the war
Nigga all be avoided if yall avoid
[Hook]
Niggas kant see me, niggas kant see me
Niggas kant see me, niggas kant see me
Niggas niggas do them, Niggas niggas do them, Niggas kant see me
Niggas kant see me, niggas kant… fuck that
Niggas kant be me, niggas kant be me
Niggas kant be me, niggas kant be me
Niggas niggas do them, Niggas niggas do them, Niggas kant see me
Ballin' Out On These Bitches lyrics - Cory Gunz (feat. Charlie Rock)
[Bridge:]
I got no love for the government
I got no love for the government
I got no love for the government
I got no love for the government
[Pre-Hook:]
You know I'm putting my niggas on
You know I'm putting my niggas on
You know I'm putting my niggas on
You know I'm putting my niggas on
[Hook:]
I got these young boys, show with it
These young bitches, they get it
I swear I'm never turning lifestyle
Y'all niggas is finished
Trade them other, malicious
Tonight niggas winning
Gripped up, backed out
Balling out on these bitches
Gripped up, backed out
Balling out on these bitches
Gripped up, backed out
Balling out on these bitches
Gripped up, backed out
Balling out on these bitches
Gripped up, backed out
Balling out on these bitches
Balling out on these bitches
Balling out on these bitches
Balling out on these bitches
Balling out on these bitches
Balling out on these bitches
[Verse 1:]
I ain't with that sucker shit (I'm strapped)
Y'all be on some other shit
I ain't ever love a bitch
Till I met my other bitch
Diane will do you dirty
She used to let it rip
Used to hold a nigga drugs and shit
She be on some thugging shit
Smoking with me in public
That's why I love the bitch
Keep her with me 'cause we love this shit
Throwing Benjies, y'all fuck a bitch
[Pre-Hook:]
You know I'm putting my niggas on
You know I'm putting my niggas on
You know I'm putting my niggas on
You know I'm putting my niggas on
[Hook:]
I got these young boys, show with it
These young bitches, they get it
I swear I'm never turning lifestyle
Y'all niggas is finished
Trade them other, malicious
Tonight niggas winning
Gripped up, backed out
Balling out on these bitches
Gripped up, backed out
Balling out on these bitches
Gripped up, backed out
Balling out on these bitches
Gripped up, backed out
Balling out on these bitches
Gripped up, backed out
Balling out on these bitches
Get my whip till I die
Balling out on these bitches
I get money, I get high
Balling out on these bitches
High as the moon I can fly
Balling out on these bitches
Balling out on these bitches
Balling out on these bitches
[Bridge:]
I got no love for the government
I got no love for the government
I got no love for the government
I got no love for the government
[Verse 2:]
My niggas be running shit
My niggas be gunning shit
I be on my stunting shit
I do all the punishment
You know I'm on the Bronx
Violating nigga's moms
Tell a sucker nigga soft
You fucking like a baws
Clock out when we die
Clock out when we die
Clock out when we die
Knocking niggas off
[Pre-Hook:]
You know I'm putting my niggas on
You know I'm putting my niggas on
You know I'm putting my niggas on
You know I'm putting my niggas on
[Hook:]
I got these young boys, show with it
These young bitches, they get it
I swear I'm never turning lifestyle
Y'all niggas is finished
Trade them other, malicious
Tonight niggas winning
Gripped up, backed out
Balling out on these bitches
I got no love for the government
I got no love for the government
I got no love for the government
I got no love for the government
[Pre-Hook:]
You know I'm putting my niggas on
You know I'm putting my niggas on
You know I'm putting my niggas on
You know I'm putting my niggas on
[Hook:]
I got these young boys, show with it
These young bitches, they get it
I swear I'm never turning lifestyle
Y'all niggas is finished
Trade them other, malicious
Tonight niggas winning
Gripped up, backed out
Balling out on these bitches
Gripped up, backed out
Balling out on these bitches
Gripped up, backed out
Balling out on these bitches
Gripped up, backed out
Balling out on these bitches
Gripped up, backed out
Balling out on these bitches
Balling out on these bitches
Balling out on these bitches
Balling out on these bitches
Balling out on these bitches
Balling out on these bitches
[Verse 1:]
I ain't with that sucker shit (I'm strapped)
Y'all be on some other shit
I ain't ever love a bitch
Till I met my other bitch
Diane will do you dirty
She used to let it rip
Used to hold a nigga drugs and shit
She be on some thugging shit
Smoking with me in public
That's why I love the bitch
Keep her with me 'cause we love this shit
Throwing Benjies, y'all fuck a bitch
[Pre-Hook:]
You know I'm putting my niggas on
You know I'm putting my niggas on
You know I'm putting my niggas on
You know I'm putting my niggas on
[Hook:]
I got these young boys, show with it
These young bitches, they get it
I swear I'm never turning lifestyle
Y'all niggas is finished
Trade them other, malicious
Tonight niggas winning
Gripped up, backed out
Balling out on these bitches
Gripped up, backed out
Balling out on these bitches
Gripped up, backed out
Balling out on these bitches
Gripped up, backed out
Balling out on these bitches
Gripped up, backed out
Balling out on these bitches
Get my whip till I die
Balling out on these bitches
I get money, I get high
Balling out on these bitches
High as the moon I can fly
Balling out on these bitches
Balling out on these bitches
Balling out on these bitches
[Bridge:]
I got no love for the government
I got no love for the government
I got no love for the government
I got no love for the government
[Verse 2:]
My niggas be running shit
My niggas be gunning shit
I be on my stunting shit
I do all the punishment
You know I'm on the Bronx
Violating nigga's moms
Tell a sucker nigga soft
You fucking like a baws
Clock out when we die
Clock out when we die
Clock out when we die
Knocking niggas off
[Pre-Hook:]
You know I'm putting my niggas on
You know I'm putting my niggas on
You know I'm putting my niggas on
You know I'm putting my niggas on
[Hook:]
I got these young boys, show with it
These young bitches, they get it
I swear I'm never turning lifestyle
Y'all niggas is finished
Trade them other, malicious
Tonight niggas winning
Gripped up, backed out
Balling out on these bitches
Feelat' lyrics - Cory Gunz (feat. Mack Maine)
[Hook:]
Touching them bills, bad ass bitch I fuck in them heels
Got my couple blunt and I'm chill
Stunting, I'm still, fuck what y'all feel
[Verse 1:]
Feelat, I'm hood rich, feelat, I don't talk shit
Feelat, I run shit, feelat, I fucked your bitch
Feelat, stack that bread, feelat, straps on deck
Feelat, fuck y'all say, feelat, she bust my head
Feelat, I don't feel shit, feelat, I feel your bitch
Feelat, smoke, syrup, activist, I be sipping that shit
Feelat, I'm about racks, feelat, you niggas don't trap
Feelat, you niggas sell rap, feelat, my niggas sell crack
Feelat, five for the 40, feelat, riding slowly, wheel that,
Fight at your homie, kill that, young and let your hood right, feelat,
I'm looking for a place, you're right, I punch you in the face, feelat,
I cut you in the face like. What the fuck you gotta say? Spill that
Me? Stop, never go away, when I die fucking till late
Young money, cash money, militia, bitch, nigga, feelat
I be doing me, feelat, she be doing me, feelat
We play catch, we play catch, she throw that ass back like feelat
Feelat, feelat, feelat, (ya hear me?) feelat
[Verse 2:]
Real niggas and his bitch, feelat, 40 K on my wrist, feelat
Got a bitch that don't like to suck dick but she always tryina take a trip, feelat
I always tell a bitch no, feelat, no, bitch, you can't go, feelat
You ain't my girl, you ain't my bitch, you ain't my hoe, feelat
Right where you talk is where you get killed at
But none in here, nigga gets your shit pealed back
It'll be a minute for your body parts heal back
Pimp C, Bun B, what a trill at,
When broke niggas come around we don't feelat
A bitch with a funky pussy, we don't feelat
We the vets, we the richest, we don't feelat
If you don't feel this, we'll make you feelat
That, that, brrr, stick up, you call out for help but ain't nobody there to pick up
Shot to your body, Pilates, sit ups, cut your legs off lil' boy, now get up
Feelat, nigga, I know you can't feel that
Ace school, real with shit here
The realest niggas in the game but still there
The chauffeur in the front and I'm in the back
No dyke but my nigga, I'm strapped
Put me on the globe, put me on the map
Paraplegic flow
The chauffeur in the front and I'm in the back
No dyke but my nigga, I'm strapped
Put me on the globe, put me on the map
Paraplegic flow
[Hook: x2]
Feelat, touching them bills, bad ass bitch I fuck in them heels
Got my couple blunt and I'm chill
Stunting, I'm still, fuck what y'all feel
Feelat, feelat, feelat, feelat, feelat
Feelat, feelat, feelat, feelat
Touching them bills, bad ass bitch I fuck in them heels
Got my couple blunt and I'm chill
Stunting, I'm still, fuck what y'all feel
[Verse 1:]
Feelat, I'm hood rich, feelat, I don't talk shit
Feelat, I run shit, feelat, I fucked your bitch
Feelat, stack that bread, feelat, straps on deck
Feelat, fuck y'all say, feelat, she bust my head
Feelat, I don't feel shit, feelat, I feel your bitch
Feelat, smoke, syrup, activist, I be sipping that shit
Feelat, I'm about racks, feelat, you niggas don't trap
Feelat, you niggas sell rap, feelat, my niggas sell crack
Feelat, five for the 40, feelat, riding slowly, wheel that,
Fight at your homie, kill that, young and let your hood right, feelat,
I'm looking for a place, you're right, I punch you in the face, feelat,
I cut you in the face like. What the fuck you gotta say? Spill that
Me? Stop, never go away, when I die fucking till late
Young money, cash money, militia, bitch, nigga, feelat
I be doing me, feelat, she be doing me, feelat
We play catch, we play catch, she throw that ass back like feelat
Feelat, feelat, feelat, (ya hear me?) feelat
[Verse 2:]
Real niggas and his bitch, feelat, 40 K on my wrist, feelat
Got a bitch that don't like to suck dick but she always tryina take a trip, feelat
I always tell a bitch no, feelat, no, bitch, you can't go, feelat
You ain't my girl, you ain't my bitch, you ain't my hoe, feelat
Right where you talk is where you get killed at
But none in here, nigga gets your shit pealed back
It'll be a minute for your body parts heal back
Pimp C, Bun B, what a trill at,
When broke niggas come around we don't feelat
A bitch with a funky pussy, we don't feelat
We the vets, we the richest, we don't feelat
If you don't feel this, we'll make you feelat
That, that, brrr, stick up, you call out for help but ain't nobody there to pick up
Shot to your body, Pilates, sit ups, cut your legs off lil' boy, now get up
Feelat, nigga, I know you can't feel that
Ace school, real with shit here
The realest niggas in the game but still there
The chauffeur in the front and I'm in the back
No dyke but my nigga, I'm strapped
Put me on the globe, put me on the map
Paraplegic flow
The chauffeur in the front and I'm in the back
No dyke but my nigga, I'm strapped
Put me on the globe, put me on the map
Paraplegic flow
[Hook: x2]
Feelat, touching them bills, bad ass bitch I fuck in them heels
Got my couple blunt and I'm chill
Stunting, I'm still, fuck what y'all feel
Feelat, feelat, feelat, feelat, feelat
Feelat, feelat, feelat, feelat
Go Slow lyrics - Cory Gunz
[Verse 1:]
She be like 'you go too fast'
Well, look, first you gonna let me in
Then you gonna let me chill,
Then I'm gonna let you drink
Then you gonna let me smoke,
Then you gonna let me lick
Then I'm a let you touch, I'm a let you suck
Then give me that face like I let you
Let's go slow, 1800, GT, haze, Diesel Laquisha tree
That's some mean piece of me
Got them angels a piece of me, MTM brag breezer me
Quiet right here, yeah, peace with me
YMCMB's in me, please believe it's like that for real
Tunechi gun in a bat mobile,
You girl told Gun you ain't half as real
You ain't smack for real and when you trap, straight act for real
[Hook:]
She beeping, I'm creeping, I'm deep in it, I'm steep in it
I sleep in it, it's tears of joy when I'm eating it, I feast in it
Go slow, go slow,
She like 'go slow', go slow,
She said 'go slow'
So I'm a go slow,
She like 'go slow',
Then I go slow
[Verse 2:]
Girl, answer me this, you do it like this, teeth from the back,
From the side to the front to the right two more times do it like this when you on the back
Ice on you like me, you lick honey on me, strippers or whatever that you like me
He could play but could he make you at any given time of day like me
Spontaneous sex keep the relationship fresh
Girl to show up, what place to hit next
I like tickling her waist line, no phone game, face time
Nigga moan, yeah, base line, hard off, start taste wine
We don't stop, we take time, take yours off, take mine
Open your up, put mine in, just like that, we in our hearts, no time at
I'm right here, same spot, when you come back at midnight
You playing games till I really go, well I don't want that, fuck yeah, I'm out
Your tracks are treasure, whatever don't last, no pressure
Leave here, crash somewhere better
[Hook:]
She beeping, I'm creeping, I'm deep in it, I'm steep in it
I sleep in it, it's tears of joy when I'm eating it, I feast in it
Go slow, go slow,
She like 'go slow', go slow,
She said 'go slow'
So I'm a go slow,
She like 'go slow',
Then I go slow
She be like 'you go too fast'
Well, look, first you gonna let me in
Then you gonna let me chill,
Then I'm gonna let you drink
Then you gonna let me smoke,
Then you gonna let me lick
Then I'm a let you touch, I'm a let you suck
Then give me that face like I let you
Let's go slow, 1800, GT, haze, Diesel Laquisha tree
That's some mean piece of me
Got them angels a piece of me, MTM brag breezer me
Quiet right here, yeah, peace with me
YMCMB's in me, please believe it's like that for real
Tunechi gun in a bat mobile,
You girl told Gun you ain't half as real
You ain't smack for real and when you trap, straight act for real
[Hook:]
She beeping, I'm creeping, I'm deep in it, I'm steep in it
I sleep in it, it's tears of joy when I'm eating it, I feast in it
Go slow, go slow,
She like 'go slow', go slow,
She said 'go slow'
So I'm a go slow,
She like 'go slow',
Then I go slow
[Verse 2:]
Girl, answer me this, you do it like this, teeth from the back,
From the side to the front to the right two more times do it like this when you on the back
Ice on you like me, you lick honey on me, strippers or whatever that you like me
He could play but could he make you at any given time of day like me
Spontaneous sex keep the relationship fresh
Girl to show up, what place to hit next
I like tickling her waist line, no phone game, face time
Nigga moan, yeah, base line, hard off, start taste wine
We don't stop, we take time, take yours off, take mine
Open your up, put mine in, just like that, we in our hearts, no time at
I'm right here, same spot, when you come back at midnight
You playing games till I really go, well I don't want that, fuck yeah, I'm out
Your tracks are treasure, whatever don't last, no pressure
Leave here, crash somewhere better
[Hook:]
She beeping, I'm creeping, I'm deep in it, I'm steep in it
I sleep in it, it's tears of joy when I'm eating it, I feast in it
Go slow, go slow,
She like 'go slow', go slow,
She said 'go slow'
So I'm a go slow,
She like 'go slow',
Then I go slow
I Try lyrics - Cory Gunz (feat. Sean Hayz)
[Bridge:]
Father, I wish I coulda been a better son but I try
Girl, I wish I coulda been a better man but I try
I coulda been a better dad but I try
I'm sorry I couldn't be what ya'll expect but I try
[Verse 1:]
Stride in the gled, they need a man who came with a fam and they dramas
And I must provide and protect
Funny how time flies, you get old and you wise
Ain't no winning for losing, witness to show if you kind
Either they love it or they broke the feeling
Lose against life, you can feel or hear it, they'll never kill my spirit
Since 13, 8th grade, middle school
I started writing my own shit and they riddle cool
All of a sudden all I wanted to ridicule
Gave me attention, that's when the bitches did it too
Family, spit what I did and what I would do
Family, writing his shit was all I could do
Heartbroken, child trauma, wild mama
Fowl drama, now karma, feel karma
Huh? Got me thinking bout the wonder years
When I lived to rap, now it's like I rap to live
[Hook:]
I know I ain't the best but I try, yea
I know I ain't the best but I try
I wish I could be a better son (better son)
I wish I could be a better man (a better man)
Wish I could be a better dad (a better dad)
Sorry I couldn't be what ya'll expect though I try
[Verse 2:]
Me and my pops were Starsky and Hutch
I don't what I did but I know now he don't talk to me much
He wonder why I be sparking it up
Fearing they'll kill my inspiration, I got can't record where the dutch
Now we talk in them texts
Fuck is this? I thought we was us
Where you at? They suportin my crotch
That type of shit will get Cory the clutch
Make me go in my cage, set up a wall, there's nowhere to touch
Blaming myself, all I did was followed your steps
Had to follow my own, wouldn't follow regret
My daughter's mom drop me to death
She could fuck who she wants, around my kids I won't accept
Thinkin back, thinkin back like I shoulda cut school like they in on too
I wouldn't have did this man
No buzz to follow, no deals to follow him with that
No snakes, a time that hoe bitch tryin to fix a trap
Yo friends back at the 20's tryin to fix a flat
That was life at it's best, what I would give for that?
I see em, they ain't giving what you rap
How you use it just to give it back
Fuck it
[Hook:]
I know I ain't the best but I try, yea
I know I ain't the best but I try
I wish I could be a better son (better son)
I wish I could be a better man (a better man)
Wish I could be a better dad (a better dad)
Sorry I couldn't be what ya'll expect though I try
I try...
I know I ain't the best but I try
I know I ain't the best but I try try
A better son, a better man
A better dad
Oh I... I try
Father, I wish I coulda been a better son but I try
Girl, I wish I coulda been a better man but I try
I coulda been a better dad but I try
I'm sorry I couldn't be what ya'll expect but I try
[Verse 1:]
Stride in the gled, they need a man who came with a fam and they dramas
And I must provide and protect
Funny how time flies, you get old and you wise
Ain't no winning for losing, witness to show if you kind
Either they love it or they broke the feeling
Lose against life, you can feel or hear it, they'll never kill my spirit
Since 13, 8th grade, middle school
I started writing my own shit and they riddle cool
All of a sudden all I wanted to ridicule
Gave me attention, that's when the bitches did it too
Family, spit what I did and what I would do
Family, writing his shit was all I could do
Heartbroken, child trauma, wild mama
Fowl drama, now karma, feel karma
Huh? Got me thinking bout the wonder years
When I lived to rap, now it's like I rap to live
[Hook:]
I know I ain't the best but I try, yea
I know I ain't the best but I try
I wish I could be a better son (better son)
I wish I could be a better man (a better man)
Wish I could be a better dad (a better dad)
Sorry I couldn't be what ya'll expect though I try
[Verse 2:]
Me and my pops were Starsky and Hutch
I don't what I did but I know now he don't talk to me much
He wonder why I be sparking it up
Fearing they'll kill my inspiration, I got can't record where the dutch
Now we talk in them texts
Fuck is this? I thought we was us
Where you at? They suportin my crotch
That type of shit will get Cory the clutch
Make me go in my cage, set up a wall, there's nowhere to touch
Blaming myself, all I did was followed your steps
Had to follow my own, wouldn't follow regret
My daughter's mom drop me to death
She could fuck who she wants, around my kids I won't accept
Thinkin back, thinkin back like I shoulda cut school like they in on too
I wouldn't have did this man
No buzz to follow, no deals to follow him with that
No snakes, a time that hoe bitch tryin to fix a trap
Yo friends back at the 20's tryin to fix a flat
That was life at it's best, what I would give for that?
I see em, they ain't giving what you rap
How you use it just to give it back
Fuck it
[Hook:]
I know I ain't the best but I try, yea
I know I ain't the best but I try
I wish I could be a better son (better son)
I wish I could be a better man (a better man)
Wish I could be a better dad (a better dad)
Sorry I couldn't be what ya'll expect though I try
I try...
I know I ain't the best but I try
I know I ain't the best but I try try
A better son, a better man
A better dad
Oh I... I try
Baraka lyrics - Cory Gunz
[Bridge:]
Militia on play, nigga bitch
Pin him down, don't beg
Walking about with that tray and that yapper
Razor blade in my hand, bitch, Baraka
[Verse 1:]
Wasn't even a teenager, I think
Uncle Steve with those keys like Tom Hanks
Grandma said my bitch poisoning me
Butter scotch, that's why that pussy so sweet
I ain't stunting not one of these fuck niggas
Talking all loud, why won't you go get it?
Pussy nigga, this Activist got me activated
And the pussy nigga you acting like got me aggravated
When I was born we played the game, I point them out, we fuck you up
Strip you down and stomp you out,
MTM, FUB, MMG
I'm a get icy and ball on niggas, MSG
[Hook:]
Walk around with that tray and that yapper
Walk around with that tray and that yapper
Walk around with that tray and that yapper
Razor blade in my hand, bitch, Baraka
Walk around with that tray and that yapper
Walk around with that tray and that yapper
Walk around with that tray and that yapper
Razor blade in my hand, bitch, Baraka
[Verse 2:]
You know how I do, foreign bitch, smoking weed to my groove
Fat ass in my lap, hand on my strap
Fuck around and I'm fuckin to get clapped
What's the bad? I only fondled that bread
No, I don't know her name but I know that head
No, I don't know that lean, remember what I said?
No, you don't know my name, if so, your ass dead
Had a girl and she getting it into her phone
She had a man she came and then we went home
OG and codeine got me in my zone
When you talking to a G watch your tone
[Hook:]
Nigga, I'm walking around with that tray and that yapper
Walk around with that tray and that yapper
Walk around with that tray and that yapper
Razor blade in my hand, bitch, Baraka
Walk around with that tray and that yapper
Walk around with that tray and that yapper
Walk around with that tray and that yapper
Razor blade in my hand, bitch, Baraka
Militia on play, nigga bitch
Pin him down, don't beg
Walking about with that tray and that yapper
Razor blade in my hand, bitch, Baraka
[Verse 1:]
Wasn't even a teenager, I think
Uncle Steve with those keys like Tom Hanks
Grandma said my bitch poisoning me
Butter scotch, that's why that pussy so sweet
I ain't stunting not one of these fuck niggas
Talking all loud, why won't you go get it?
Pussy nigga, this Activist got me activated
And the pussy nigga you acting like got me aggravated
When I was born we played the game, I point them out, we fuck you up
Strip you down and stomp you out,
MTM, FUB, MMG
I'm a get icy and ball on niggas, MSG
[Hook:]
Walk around with that tray and that yapper
Walk around with that tray and that yapper
Walk around with that tray and that yapper
Razor blade in my hand, bitch, Baraka
Walk around with that tray and that yapper
Walk around with that tray and that yapper
Walk around with that tray and that yapper
Razor blade in my hand, bitch, Baraka
[Verse 2:]
You know how I do, foreign bitch, smoking weed to my groove
Fat ass in my lap, hand on my strap
Fuck around and I'm fuckin to get clapped
What's the bad? I only fondled that bread
No, I don't know her name but I know that head
No, I don't know that lean, remember what I said?
No, you don't know my name, if so, your ass dead
Had a girl and she getting it into her phone
She had a man she came and then we went home
OG and codeine got me in my zone
When you talking to a G watch your tone
[Hook:]
Nigga, I'm walking around with that tray and that yapper
Walk around with that tray and that yapper
Walk around with that tray and that yapper
Razor blade in my hand, bitch, Baraka
Walk around with that tray and that yapper
Walk around with that tray and that yapper
Walk around with that tray and that yapper
Razor blade in my hand, bitch, Baraka
I'm Laughin' lyrics - Cory Gunz (feat. Wiz Khalifa)
[Verse 1:]
I’m full of myself – natural high, I’m pulling myself
Got my team, we’ve all got fam, nobody’s stomach’s full by itself
I hear the talkin’, they hatin’ – but I’m laughin’ in they faces, like…
No price to make the exchange, gave my life away to this game
Got my mics days ‘fore they came, my ice David is Blaine
I’m fresh to death and they know
I don’t give a middle finger ’bout none of them hoes
I was on the block and now I’m on the clock
‘Cause I was born to rock and y’all know I’m stoned
Young money, bitch, paid the dues – independent, major moves
Trukfit, YMCMB – can’t none of y’all…
If ain’t ’bout bank, don’t BS me
Got drink so dark like DFZ
Pain ‘fore play, no PS3
This thing ain’t no PSB
[Hook:]
They hatin’ on me, I’m laughin’ … I’m laughin’
I’m laughin’, they hatin’ on me, I’m laughin’
They hatin’ on me, I’m laughin’ … I’m laughin’
I’m laughin’, keep hatin’ on me, I’m laughin’
They hatin’ on me, I’m laughin’ … I’m laughin’
I’m laughin’, they hatin’ on me, I’m laughin’
They hatin’ on me, I’m laughin’ … I’m laughin’
I’m laughin’, keep hatin’ on me, I’m laughin’
[Verse 2:]
I’ve got a foreign wife, I’ve got a foreign car
I get foreign money, and I’ve been goin’ far
Spend it all tonight, and get more tomorrow
I’m from outer space, I was born a star…
Instead of playin’ their part, niggas hatin’ hard, so I har-de-har
Get a hundred grand, I might take a flight and go party hard
Paris, done it, Vegas, done it, pick it, name it, they don’t want it
All my haters look surprised, but all my niggas seen it comin’
Always rollin’ up that stink, always got a shot to drink
…laughin’ all the way to the bank
And my car just pulled up…
Every time I see y’all, keep my weed jar filled up
Niggas smell that smoke and be like “bro, what is this?”
I’m leavin’ tracks when I skurt out
I’m on that pack, put that dirt out
I’m talkin’ loud, what you heard ’bout?
My nigga, pounds, but no work out
I’m talkin’ keys to the Chevy, 50 G’s to get ready
Need a pound of that lobster, we gon’ need some spaghetti
‘Cause my niggas is mobbin’, not to mention we ready
And you ain’t in our family…
Fuck nigga…
Never was, never will be, that'€™s why I'€™m laughing at you
Do Something lyrics - Cory Gunz
[Verse 1:]
You ain't about that, nigga, bitch man nigga
Pop that nigga, you ain't hear that, nigga
You ain't counting this, nigga, you ain't getting that, nigga
No license, but my whip here, nigga and my grip here, nigga
Get a grip here, nigga, take a trip there, nigga
Straight trip there, nigga,
F in here 57 in 447,
4544, 35 selling more weapons
Got a football ring, black diamonds on my finger
It's a hood ball thing, shining on these niggas
Black diamonds on my ear, black diamonds on my wrist
Black diamonds on my neck that's why I'm in your bitch
[Pre-Hook:]
Do something, nigga, do something, nigga
Do something, nigga, do something, nigga
Do something, nigga, do something, nigga
Do something, nigga, do something, nigga
[Hook:]
I'm in here with my money, all of my drugs and all of my goons
I'm in here with my money, all of my drugs and all of my goons
I'm in here with my money, all of my drugs and all of my goons
I'm in here with my money, all of my drugs and all of my goons, nigga
I'm in here with my money, all of my drugs and all of my goons
I'm in here with my money, all of my drugs and all of my goons
I'm in here with my money, all of my drugs and all of my goons
I'm in here with my money, all of my drugs and all of my goons
[Verse 2:]
It's on that, nigga, I'm in your home, check, nigga
Phone check, nigga, don't be dumb, check, nigga
Got the mask on check, got them there, I shook
No hobby, no job, I get head like books
Nigga study these necks, tie my wreath
You put the goon fucked up, I'm a get a tech
I'm a get ejected, smoke, I smug
I don't mope, I mob, think I'm a joke? No job
Get a pause, head start, better run those Nikes
Want a pair of red bottoms you better jump those mics
You better stuff them tenants, drop them chucks
Now pace your tops, you better taught them hoes up
[Pre-Hook:]
Do something, nigga, do something, nigga
Do something, nigga, do something, nigga
Do something, nigga, do something, nigga
Do something, nigga, do something, nigga
[Hook:]
I'm in here with my money, all of my drugs and all of my goons
I'm in here with my money, all of my drugs and all of my goons
I'm in here with my money, all of my drugs and all of my goons
I'm in here with my money, all of my drugs and all of my goons, nigga
I'm in here with my money, all of my drugs and all of my goons
I'm in here with my money, all of my drugs and all of my goons
I'm in here with my money, all of my drugs and all of my goons
I'm in here with my money, all of my drugs and all of my goons
You ain't about that, nigga, bitch man nigga
Pop that nigga, you ain't hear that, nigga
You ain't counting this, nigga, you ain't getting that, nigga
No license, but my whip here, nigga and my grip here, nigga
Get a grip here, nigga, take a trip there, nigga
Straight trip there, nigga,
F in here 57 in 447,
4544, 35 selling more weapons
Got a football ring, black diamonds on my finger
It's a hood ball thing, shining on these niggas
Black diamonds on my ear, black diamonds on my wrist
Black diamonds on my neck that's why I'm in your bitch
[Pre-Hook:]
Do something, nigga, do something, nigga
Do something, nigga, do something, nigga
Do something, nigga, do something, nigga
Do something, nigga, do something, nigga
[Hook:]
I'm in here with my money, all of my drugs and all of my goons
I'm in here with my money, all of my drugs and all of my goons
I'm in here with my money, all of my drugs and all of my goons
I'm in here with my money, all of my drugs and all of my goons, nigga
I'm in here with my money, all of my drugs and all of my goons
I'm in here with my money, all of my drugs and all of my goons
I'm in here with my money, all of my drugs and all of my goons
I'm in here with my money, all of my drugs and all of my goons
[Verse 2:]
It's on that, nigga, I'm in your home, check, nigga
Phone check, nigga, don't be dumb, check, nigga
Got the mask on check, got them there, I shook
No hobby, no job, I get head like books
Nigga study these necks, tie my wreath
You put the goon fucked up, I'm a get a tech
I'm a get ejected, smoke, I smug
I don't mope, I mob, think I'm a joke? No job
Get a pause, head start, better run those Nikes
Want a pair of red bottoms you better jump those mics
You better stuff them tenants, drop them chucks
Now pace your tops, you better taught them hoes up
[Pre-Hook:]
Do something, nigga, do something, nigga
Do something, nigga, do something, nigga
Do something, nigga, do something, nigga
Do something, nigga, do something, nigga
[Hook:]
I'm in here with my money, all of my drugs and all of my goons
I'm in here with my money, all of my drugs and all of my goons
I'm in here with my money, all of my drugs and all of my goons
I'm in here with my money, all of my drugs and all of my goons, nigga
I'm in here with my money, all of my drugs and all of my goons
I'm in here with my money, all of my drugs and all of my goons
I'm in here with my money, all of my drugs and all of my goons
I'm in here with my money, all of my drugs and all of my goons
My Own Deal lyrics - Cory Gunz (feat. Hash)
[Verse 1:]
Ok, I've seen death, lived life, seen friends come and go
Got a beautiful daughter with a beautiful mind
Nah motherfucker, no Russell Crowe
Half y'all niggas can't touch the dough
Half y'all niggas can't fuck with dough
Had to go hard 'cause the funds was low
Cooking up coke in my bungalow
Back on fire but we love it, though
Paul got the lean drink, learn to dough
Purp got the pills and the saggy clothes
You thugga motherfucker, what you running for?
Same old beast, same old street with the same old beef
Same old street with the same old heat
Ain't no damn if it ain't on me, pay your fee
Shout out my sis, aim on me, won't stop till I get a Range Rove key
Roads tough, nigga, it ain't no cheap, real talk nigga, it ain't no sheep
[Hook: x2]
I used to say fuck rap, label said I was too real
Started out my own shit and gave myself my own deal
I used to say fuck rap, label said I was too real
Started out my own shit and gave myself my own deal
[Verse 2:]
The Five bricks is what I sign for
A trap house and two whips out in Tabo
Yeah, bagging blocks with my 9 close
Yeah, still looking out for 5-0
Yeah, a couple pounds was my advance
I turn that to some stacks and they ain't even touched my hands
Damn, I'm breaking bricks, feel that
Throwing bread, them pigeons scram
I'm trying to fuck, give a fuck about your man
So climb up in this truck, my nigga, dummy got your friends
I'm selling bottles just like my temps
They think I'm faking, you better think again
I know some niggas, I get it in,
This time it's quite a riot where the trapping never ends
You getting money, then be my friend
This time it's quite a riot where the trapping never ends
[Hook: x2]
I used to say fuck rap, label said I was too real
Started out my own shit and gave myself my own deal
I used to say fuck rap, label said I was too real
Started out my own shit and gave myself my own deal
Ok, I've seen death, lived life, seen friends come and go
Got a beautiful daughter with a beautiful mind
Nah motherfucker, no Russell Crowe
Half y'all niggas can't touch the dough
Half y'all niggas can't fuck with dough
Had to go hard 'cause the funds was low
Cooking up coke in my bungalow
Back on fire but we love it, though
Paul got the lean drink, learn to dough
Purp got the pills and the saggy clothes
You thugga motherfucker, what you running for?
Same old beast, same old street with the same old beef
Same old street with the same old heat
Ain't no damn if it ain't on me, pay your fee
Shout out my sis, aim on me, won't stop till I get a Range Rove key
Roads tough, nigga, it ain't no cheap, real talk nigga, it ain't no sheep
[Hook: x2]
I used to say fuck rap, label said I was too real
Started out my own shit and gave myself my own deal
I used to say fuck rap, label said I was too real
Started out my own shit and gave myself my own deal
[Verse 2:]
The Five bricks is what I sign for
A trap house and two whips out in Tabo
Yeah, bagging blocks with my 9 close
Yeah, still looking out for 5-0
Yeah, a couple pounds was my advance
I turn that to some stacks and they ain't even touched my hands
Damn, I'm breaking bricks, feel that
Throwing bread, them pigeons scram
I'm trying to fuck, give a fuck about your man
So climb up in this truck, my nigga, dummy got your friends
I'm selling bottles just like my temps
They think I'm faking, you better think again
I know some niggas, I get it in,
This time it's quite a riot where the trapping never ends
You getting money, then be my friend
This time it's quite a riot where the trapping never ends
[Hook: x2]
I used to say fuck rap, label said I was too real
Started out my own shit and gave myself my own deal
I used to say fuck rap, label said I was too real
Started out my own shit and gave myself my own deal
Total lyrics - Cory Gunz (feat. Juicy J)
[Verse 1:]
Just fuck with my clique
New York just not,
Go for my shit I'm gonna bust shots
I've been leaned down, I'll be highed up
She give me mouth, watch we ride em
I'm so tripped out, I can't see shit,
But my white cup and my trees grip
Flow so doped out, I don't fuck round
CNB bitch or just whipe down
Hot top red dunks, camel cargos
I hit that drunk, ammo, arsenal
Stack my bread right, mind yo own shit
Horse get off mine and ride your own dick
Spray act-iv-ist, inquire the testaments
Bitch I'm so fucked up say I don't stress shit
Stroke to my block get shot to death quick
Get box, get stretch risk, hip-hop ain't left it
[Hook: x2]
Fuck the laws, fuck a hater, I'm a guck toter
Keep that Nina on my side yeah I gotta tote er
Fuck a nigga ass up, leave his body totaled
Make his ass pay the price, give him my total.
[Verse 2:]
I put a ticket on your head just for looking at me wrong
When that thing go off it get quiet like a song,
My AK burning along, I don't know what I be on
But if a nigga out a pocket then I gotta get em wrong
Man down, lay em down, get the fist gonna make a sound,
My alibi then I'm out of town, with a foreign bitch get crap and go
Eyes fuck like Bobby Brown and I'm smoking gas by the half pound
In the strip club in VIP, watching ass go up and down.
These niggas lying, sofa niggas dying
I ain't tryin' to raise the murder rape but these niggas tryin' me
Get em, what it be? Got a glock under my seat
If you're tryin to get attention hollow tips you got on me
[Hook: x2]
Fuck the laws, fuck a hater, I'm a guck toter
Keep that Nina on my side yeah I gotta tote er
Fuck a nigga ass up, leave his body totaled
Make his ass pay the price, give him my total.
Just fuck with my clique
New York just not,
Go for my shit I'm gonna bust shots
I've been leaned down, I'll be highed up
She give me mouth, watch we ride em
I'm so tripped out, I can't see shit,
But my white cup and my trees grip
Flow so doped out, I don't fuck round
CNB bitch or just whipe down
Hot top red dunks, camel cargos
I hit that drunk, ammo, arsenal
Stack my bread right, mind yo own shit
Horse get off mine and ride your own dick
Spray act-iv-ist, inquire the testaments
Bitch I'm so fucked up say I don't stress shit
Stroke to my block get shot to death quick
Get box, get stretch risk, hip-hop ain't left it
[Hook: x2]
Fuck the laws, fuck a hater, I'm a guck toter
Keep that Nina on my side yeah I gotta tote er
Fuck a nigga ass up, leave his body totaled
Make his ass pay the price, give him my total.
[Verse 2:]
I put a ticket on your head just for looking at me wrong
When that thing go off it get quiet like a song,
My AK burning along, I don't know what I be on
But if a nigga out a pocket then I gotta get em wrong
Man down, lay em down, get the fist gonna make a sound,
My alibi then I'm out of town, with a foreign bitch get crap and go
Eyes fuck like Bobby Brown and I'm smoking gas by the half pound
In the strip club in VIP, watching ass go up and down.
These niggas lying, sofa niggas dying
I ain't tryin' to raise the murder rape but these niggas tryin' me
Get em, what it be? Got a glock under my seat
If you're tryin to get attention hollow tips you got on me
[Hook: x2]
Fuck the laws, fuck a hater, I'm a guck toter
Keep that Nina on my side yeah I gotta tote er
Fuck a nigga ass up, leave his body totaled
Make his ass pay the price, give him my total.
Demons lyrics - Cory Gunz (feat. Charlie Rock)
[Bridge:]
They want me dead, they in my circle
People say you'll never see your closest niggas hurt you
Ain't no time to play the guessing game, I'm stretching change
See the signs but I'm asking
[Hook:]
Hold me down in prayer, I need one
I'm seeing day in and day out the demons
Growing out the pain, letting it lean on
'Cause all I'm seeing day in and day out are demons
[Verse:]
Niggas don't know my repertoire, I'm mobbing till the death of me
You know my MO, I'll put y'all in my resume
I'm just another fallen angel, I'm every way you never did
'Cause you ain't far enable, now bow before the table
I'm built for this shit, in the dark I'm a show
Niggas play on my grounds, get parked in the park
Know my smoke by the sound, know my shine by the spark
I was hopeless but focused, all my grind at the guard
Got money for war, got money before,
Never wanted me more, so honey a hoe
And his youngins is with me, his dick to catch you run any
His setting record was with you or wished they met you before
Slept on my calls suddenly, seen neck on my balls, y'all dreamt of my falls
Suddenly, who crept out the crawl, talk behind my back but not my face
Then you pussies soufflé,
I'm proving my stands through my hands and put them through phase
I skipped on my beat, you ain't never seen Peter repeat
Had liters of lean fore I even knew Weezy I slip
A piece full of nigglet, show my chicklets and skip through the streets
When I was young I wanted to grow up to be me
[Hook:]
Hold me down in prayer, I need one
I'm seeing day in and day out the demons
Growing out the pain, letting it lean on
'Cause all I'm seeing day in and day out are demons
Like the devil on my shoulder, angel on the other one
Got me hearing voices but I ain't tryina listen
Got caught up with a hammer, went and got another one
Broke up with my main bitch, went and bought another one
Bag another cray low, she love me the most
Bag another cray low, she love me the most
Bag another cray low, she love me the most
Bag another cray low, she love me the most
SoS lyrics - Cory Gunz
[Verse 1:]
Yo, I'm in a bad mood, push it, push me, go ahead and push me
You cat pool, pussy, pussy, I said it, pussy
Fuck a hater, what they gonna say to the hater
Fuck a razor blade, the grenade that chug a file to sucker day to day I suffered
Catch a train to my favorite juggle
They concerning, take the burner, determined to make the summer
I ain't a gangsta but that ain't taking the gangsta from us
I swear to my daughters without taking orders and shake him off it
Caught up in making brothers repent for mistaking others
The spade or the spade, you can play them cards in the basement
Under my chest is a rocket box, full combo for taking numbers
And lessons I brought that you brother stopped
You niggas runners, chase you, baby gunners and ankles
Take them peoples is a great mistake
But I mingle your face then lace up your ankles to script the statement
Fuck a rapper, today I could take his label
I'm making earthquake be stable, rip my shirt and rick the tables
[Hook:]
Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam
Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam
Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam
Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam
Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam
Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam
[Verse 2:]
Damn, why am I how I am, what I am
Momma quiet the drama, tell 'em to silence my lamb
I can name on my hand top five of my hand
Jerk me, me, me, me, me is all I came on my hand
Gorilla thoughts, I'm an ape with a plan
Killer pause, blow your brain on your man
I've been out of my mind before I was in my mind
Give me a potter, Harry, I'm Harry Potter with rum
Height of a spider's flight, Peter Parker with glum
Friday's the dark of night, with my partners in crime
Horse shoe at your door, Bobby Parker would mind
Flow straight as a row, I'm an archer with mine
Call a copper or call me, I'm not a regular kind
I'm leaving notes that your code was decoded write up and buy
Creep inside of the Jeep and the sleepers sneak through the fog
Murder you all and go speak to my dog, he understands
[Hook:]
Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam
Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam
Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam
Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam
Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam
Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam
Yo, I'm in a bad mood, push it, push me, go ahead and push me
You cat pool, pussy, pussy, I said it, pussy
Fuck a hater, what they gonna say to the hater
Fuck a razor blade, the grenade that chug a file to sucker day to day I suffered
Catch a train to my favorite juggle
They concerning, take the burner, determined to make the summer
I ain't a gangsta but that ain't taking the gangsta from us
I swear to my daughters without taking orders and shake him off it
Caught up in making brothers repent for mistaking others
The spade or the spade, you can play them cards in the basement
Under my chest is a rocket box, full combo for taking numbers
And lessons I brought that you brother stopped
You niggas runners, chase you, baby gunners and ankles
Take them peoples is a great mistake
But I mingle your face then lace up your ankles to script the statement
Fuck a rapper, today I could take his label
I'm making earthquake be stable, rip my shirt and rick the tables
[Hook:]
Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam
Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam
Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam
Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam
Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam
Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam
[Verse 2:]
Damn, why am I how I am, what I am
Momma quiet the drama, tell 'em to silence my lamb
I can name on my hand top five of my hand
Jerk me, me, me, me, me is all I came on my hand
Gorilla thoughts, I'm an ape with a plan
Killer pause, blow your brain on your man
I've been out of my mind before I was in my mind
Give me a potter, Harry, I'm Harry Potter with rum
Height of a spider's flight, Peter Parker with glum
Friday's the dark of night, with my partners in crime
Horse shoe at your door, Bobby Parker would mind
Flow straight as a row, I'm an archer with mine
Call a copper or call me, I'm not a regular kind
I'm leaving notes that your code was decoded write up and buy
Creep inside of the Jeep and the sleepers sneak through the fog
Murder you all and go speak to my dog, he understands
[Hook:]
Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam
Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam
Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam
Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam
Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam
Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam
Voices In My Head lyrics - Cory Gunz
[Hook:]
Never sleep at night, I'm hearing voices in my head
Telling me shit I did
Never sleep at night, I'm hearing voices in my head
Telling me shit I did
I pray Holy Father, you know why I didn't wanna do it
But I did it and I ain't bout to tell nobody but myself
I pray Holy Father, you know why I didn't wanna do it
But I did it and I ain't bout to tell nobody but myself
[Verse 1:]
Bitch, if you don't know me, ask your man about me
Your fam about me, ain't no plan about me
Smoking on my way to catch this damn body
'Cause they keep playing with me and it ain't no playing bout me
I ain't one to do it, but he still talking
Still talking till he wheel walking
Fuck around you gonna get smoked and fill some real coffins
I got them goons with me and they don't chill often
Bitch, I'm in the X repping my set
You niggas next then I'm ya'll threat
I'm in that water playing shark depths
Wrong polls for totting bugs steps
Made a name for myself, I had to show 'em proof
Of 20 in the can, nigga, I told the truth
Tryina look for me, I'm pulling off of you
On you, on you, on you and you
[Hook:]
Never sleep at night, I'm hearing voices in my head
Telling me shit I did
Never sleep at night, I'm hearing voices in my head
Telling me shit I did
I pray Holy Father, you know why I didn't wanna do it
But I did it and I ain't bout to tell nobody but myself
I pray Holy Father, you know why I didn't wanna do it
But I did it and I ain't bout to tell nobody but myself
[Verse 2:]
I say young money, that's my game, homie
Don't be slain, homie, for a name, homie
My niggas specialize in taking james, homie
Taking aim, homie, making friends, homie
Grew amongst a bunch of killers in the game, homie
We ain't the same, homie, hoods know my name, homie
I be on my blog like instant change for me like this ring on me
Don't cost a Range on me, I still ain't got a license yet
Will I drive the nicest? Yes
Will I strive and fight what's left?
Will I die a priceless death?
I'm cold hearted enough, I keep ice in this chest
And still got jewels in the drawer, no floss, put it all on the floor if you like the bed
MCM, once a thug nigga give a fuck, nigga, what, nigga
Hey, your bitch like bottom's up, nigga
Militia, CEO, co-founder, Jimmy Row
My whole gang like me, hoe, that's why
[Hook:]
Never sleep at night, I'm hearing voices in my head
Telling me shit I did
Never sleep at night, I'm hearing voices in my head
Telling me shit I did
I pray Holy Father, you know why I didn't wanna do it
But I did it and I ain't bout to tell nobody but myself
I pray Holy Father, you know why I didn't wanna do it
But I did it and I ain't bout to tell nobody but myself
Never sleep at night, I'm hearing voices in my head
Telling me shit I did
Never sleep at night, I'm hearing voices in my head
Telling me shit I did
I pray Holy Father, you know why I didn't wanna do it
But I did it and I ain't bout to tell nobody but myself
I pray Holy Father, you know why I didn't wanna do it
But I did it and I ain't bout to tell nobody but myself
[Verse 1:]
Bitch, if you don't know me, ask your man about me
Your fam about me, ain't no plan about me
Smoking on my way to catch this damn body
'Cause they keep playing with me and it ain't no playing bout me
I ain't one to do it, but he still talking
Still talking till he wheel walking
Fuck around you gonna get smoked and fill some real coffins
I got them goons with me and they don't chill often
Bitch, I'm in the X repping my set
You niggas next then I'm ya'll threat
I'm in that water playing shark depths
Wrong polls for totting bugs steps
Made a name for myself, I had to show 'em proof
Of 20 in the can, nigga, I told the truth
Tryina look for me, I'm pulling off of you
On you, on you, on you and you
[Hook:]
Never sleep at night, I'm hearing voices in my head
Telling me shit I did
Never sleep at night, I'm hearing voices in my head
Telling me shit I did
I pray Holy Father, you know why I didn't wanna do it
But I did it and I ain't bout to tell nobody but myself
I pray Holy Father, you know why I didn't wanna do it
But I did it and I ain't bout to tell nobody but myself
[Verse 2:]
I say young money, that's my game, homie
Don't be slain, homie, for a name, homie
My niggas specialize in taking james, homie
Taking aim, homie, making friends, homie
Grew amongst a bunch of killers in the game, homie
We ain't the same, homie, hoods know my name, homie
I be on my blog like instant change for me like this ring on me
Don't cost a Range on me, I still ain't got a license yet
Will I drive the nicest? Yes
Will I strive and fight what's left?
Will I die a priceless death?
I'm cold hearted enough, I keep ice in this chest
And still got jewels in the drawer, no floss, put it all on the floor if you like the bed
MCM, once a thug nigga give a fuck, nigga, what, nigga
Hey, your bitch like bottom's up, nigga
Militia, CEO, co-founder, Jimmy Row
My whole gang like me, hoe, that's why
[Hook:]
Never sleep at night, I'm hearing voices in my head
Telling me shit I did
Never sleep at night, I'm hearing voices in my head
Telling me shit I did
I pray Holy Father, you know why I didn't wanna do it
But I did it and I ain't bout to tell nobody but myself
I pray Holy Father, you know why I didn't wanna do it
But I did it and I ain't bout to tell nobody but myself
Free My Niggaz lyrics - Cory Gunz
[Hook:]
Free my, free my niggaz yea
Free my niggaz, free my niggaz
Free my, free my niggaz
Free my niggaz, free my niggaz
[Verse 1:]
You pussy, you can't hang with me and my niggas
Can't get pussy, you can't get paid with me and my niggas
I'm riding around with this cage, it's me and my niggas
Don't play with me and my niggas
Rob a money train for me and my niggas
Your wife up, run this train on me and me and my niggas
Cop that fuckin caine for me and my niggas
Pop yo fuckin brain for me and my niggas
[Hook:]
Free my, free my, free my niggaz
Free my niggaz, free my niggaz
Free my, free my niggaz
Free my niggaz, free my niggaz, free my niggaz
Free my niggaz, free my niggaz
Free my niggaz, free my niggaz
Free my, free my niggaz
Free my niggaz, free my niggaz
[Verse 2:]
Throwing bands, me and my niggas
No, throwing hands with me and my niggas
I only eat with my niggas
Hot shit in yo back for tryin to front on me and my niggas
All I want with me is my niggas
She called on some friends to fuck on me and my niggas
My company is my niggas
YMCMB, my company is my niggas
Only ones get something from these my niggas
But there ain't nothing from me cause they my niggas
All my niggas is getting money, all my niggas
Only thing that's fronting is yo niggas
[Hook:]
Free my, free my, free my niggaz
Free my niggaz, free my niggaz
Free my, free my, free my niggaz
Free my niggaz, free my niggaz, free my niggaz
Free my, free my, free my niggaz
Free my niggaz, free my niggaz
Free my, free my niggaz, free my niggaz
Free my niggaz, free my niggaz, free my niggaz
Free my, free my niggaz yea
Free my niggaz, free my niggaz
Free my, free my niggaz
Free my niggaz, free my niggaz
[Verse 1:]
You pussy, you can't hang with me and my niggas
Can't get pussy, you can't get paid with me and my niggas
I'm riding around with this cage, it's me and my niggas
Don't play with me and my niggas
Rob a money train for me and my niggas
Your wife up, run this train on me and me and my niggas
Cop that fuckin caine for me and my niggas
Pop yo fuckin brain for me and my niggas
[Hook:]
Free my, free my, free my niggaz
Free my niggaz, free my niggaz
Free my, free my niggaz
Free my niggaz, free my niggaz, free my niggaz
Free my niggaz, free my niggaz
Free my niggaz, free my niggaz
Free my, free my niggaz
Free my niggaz, free my niggaz
[Verse 2:]
Throwing bands, me and my niggas
No, throwing hands with me and my niggas
I only eat with my niggas
Hot shit in yo back for tryin to front on me and my niggas
All I want with me is my niggas
She called on some friends to fuck on me and my niggas
My company is my niggas
YMCMB, my company is my niggas
Only ones get something from these my niggas
But there ain't nothing from me cause they my niggas
All my niggas is getting money, all my niggas
Only thing that's fronting is yo niggas
[Hook:]
Free my, free my, free my niggaz
Free my niggaz, free my niggaz
Free my, free my, free my niggaz
Free my niggaz, free my niggaz, free my niggaz
Free my, free my, free my niggaz
Free my niggaz, free my niggaz
Free my, free my niggaz, free my niggaz
Free my niggaz, free my niggaz, free my niggaz
Outro lyrics - Cory Gunz (feat. Charlie Rock)
[Intro:]
Yea
Trappin these bitch ass niggas
I whip side though
Choke you bitch ass niggas like quick for me
Uh
[Verse:]
Yep, me and my bag we Agostino
These niggas mad, we Tarantino
Feds watch, niggas with the frogs on us
Pop shit, better not the dog on er
We chillin out in the same zone
I'm back, you makin movies now? I'm dangerous
These nachos got me grave chasin
Now I'm young but getting blanco at the train station
Hahah, they don't want them problems with us
3 K's, rob sisters
Smoking backwoods, they get me higher quicker
I told my bitch I'm a guard er nigga
Give a fuck what you feel about us
We worth about a billion dollars
SK or the HK
Turn this wood cage to a gateway
Yea, I'm bout that foolishness
You new to this, fresh out that uterus
I dot his shit disguised like my name Pepew the shnip
That nigga they described is a straight jack lunatic
Mamy gave me, grandma raised me
Daddy made me, father save me
Time to floss more, couple S pieces
Type shit get my close like Jesus
I ain't sayin you not official
I'm just sayin I'm sacrificial
Bitch niggas ain't adapt to pistols
I was made when crack was issued
80's baby, traces baby
Facts, I hated rap like it gave me rabies
Til they free my nigga scap all my days is hazy
We fightin cases, all my niggas plays was crazy
Free paper, free luga, free H crazy
Free no, we got too many names to say it's crazy
Block hot, all the shooters on display, shit crazy
Nigga frontin now you leavin on display, it's crazy
I've been here from jump
Before Fred had you niggas scared to pump
You know
Pause, I was small but I saw a lot of war
Slashin it's cutting stabbing, choppa is slidin doors
Stop and watchin, eye poppin, shot through all
I lived on to 5th on, shit still rock the floor
Be killed but right on the early eve
I ain't tryna make a early leave
The kill ike on the early E
The killed Kwan on early morn
They killed Pop Off, my nigga gone
When I found out them niggas palmed
Fuck if I know em or not
Fuck this state of confussion and you all could get shot
Cause when I get upset gods get upset
They could promise us life but we promise him death
Better honor the stripes before you part to the threat
Get yo mama some wipes cause she gon vomit for less
1668, grandma stoo
Grandson had to put on grandpa shoes
Nigga getting high, junior high school
I started getting high in junior high school
They never had to tell me to stay
All my life they never had to tell me to wait
I'm gone
They starting to wrong me
They starting to wrong me
They starting to wrong me
They starting to wrong me
I'm a show em that I'm back
I'm a show em that I'm back
I'm a show em that I'm back
I'm a show em that I'm back
Yea
Trappin these bitch ass niggas
I whip side though
Choke you bitch ass niggas like quick for me
Uh
[Verse:]
Yep, me and my bag we Agostino
These niggas mad, we Tarantino
Feds watch, niggas with the frogs on us
Pop shit, better not the dog on er
We chillin out in the same zone
I'm back, you makin movies now? I'm dangerous
These nachos got me grave chasin
Now I'm young but getting blanco at the train station
Hahah, they don't want them problems with us
3 K's, rob sisters
Smoking backwoods, they get me higher quicker
I told my bitch I'm a guard er nigga
Give a fuck what you feel about us
We worth about a billion dollars
SK or the HK
Turn this wood cage to a gateway
Yea, I'm bout that foolishness
You new to this, fresh out that uterus
I dot his shit disguised like my name Pepew the shnip
That nigga they described is a straight jack lunatic
Mamy gave me, grandma raised me
Daddy made me, father save me
Time to floss more, couple S pieces
Type shit get my close like Jesus
I ain't sayin you not official
I'm just sayin I'm sacrificial
Bitch niggas ain't adapt to pistols
I was made when crack was issued
80's baby, traces baby
Facts, I hated rap like it gave me rabies
Til they free my nigga scap all my days is hazy
We fightin cases, all my niggas plays was crazy
Free paper, free luga, free H crazy
Free no, we got too many names to say it's crazy
Block hot, all the shooters on display, shit crazy
Nigga frontin now you leavin on display, it's crazy
I've been here from jump
Before Fred had you niggas scared to pump
You know
Pause, I was small but I saw a lot of war
Slashin it's cutting stabbing, choppa is slidin doors
Stop and watchin, eye poppin, shot through all
I lived on to 5th on, shit still rock the floor
Be killed but right on the early eve
I ain't tryna make a early leave
The kill ike on the early E
The killed Kwan on early morn
They killed Pop Off, my nigga gone
When I found out them niggas palmed
Fuck if I know em or not
Fuck this state of confussion and you all could get shot
Cause when I get upset gods get upset
They could promise us life but we promise him death
Better honor the stripes before you part to the threat
Get yo mama some wipes cause she gon vomit for less
1668, grandma stoo
Grandson had to put on grandpa shoes
Nigga getting high, junior high school
I started getting high in junior high school
They never had to tell me to stay
All my life they never had to tell me to wait
I'm gone
They starting to wrong me
They starting to wrong me
They starting to wrong me
They starting to wrong me
I'm a show em that I'm back
I'm a show em that I'm back
I'm a show em that I'm back
I'm a show em that I'm back
Outta My Mind lyrics - Cory Gunz
[Hook:]
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
[Verse 1: Cory Gunz]
Wait,
Take a second to respect the perspective
My whole perceptions the method: expect the unexpected
Poverty stricken naked
Non-believers can guess it
Second they on they knees, and get necking off on me till they strepted
Weapon – hand the debit
Web it, man and kept it
Separate van, and spread it, slit his man, and wet his fam, intrepid
F-it, catch it, wretched, sketch it, fetch it, sketch it
I'm a Liar Liar with the mask fuck a Pet Detective!
Losing my cup of noodles, temper tantrums get brutal
In the mood to pull out an oozi on a fuckin' poodle
Cameras watching me like I'm something to do
Now they get it, admit
"So I'm spittin that shit" stick your tongue in doo-doo
Like my life and career's been under voodoo
I broke the hex, and wrote the checks, the coke connect should think I'm bluffin google-me
Ho-hold, no hamo, how humble I can be?
I been watching MTV all my life, now MTV's watching me
See
[Bridge:]
Nobody knows what went wrong with me
Somebody tell me what the fuck is wrong with me
This isn't the life I was born to see
What the fuck is wrong with me (with me)?
[Hook:]
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
[Verse 2: Cory Gunz]
What the what went wrong with me
Mommy why you stop calling me?
Why these police keep walling me?
Why these bitches keep stalling me?
When they not gon follow me
Where the fucks my apology!
For putting me through such awkward psychology
Wasn't for grandma I'd be dumb and dead
Ha, light and skinny onion head
Wanna keep me fed till her bunions bled
Sweetest, I'm cheated and treated like I'm under dead
Spit on after shit on, till I'm hit on, I want the meds
And all they hear is some addict a functioning junkie
Maybe not, cause I grew with thoughts that no mother would want me
Maybe not, cause I watched them abused the drugs right in front of me
Couple pills ain't gonna kill me
Couple blunts ain't gonna hunt me!
Couple cups ain't gonna fill me
Couple chumps ain't gonna chill me
Now I'm stuck to get bucked for these couple bucks, you feel me
The only couple for me, Madison and Mckenzie
Pay Me, fuck a relationship lady, let me get busy
Shit
[Bridge:]
Nobody knows what went wrong with me
Somebody tell me what the fuck when wrong with me
This isn't the life I was born to see
What the fuck is wrong with me (with me)
[Hook:]
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
[Repeat]
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
[Verse 1: Cory Gunz]
Wait,
Take a second to respect the perspective
My whole perceptions the method: expect the unexpected
Poverty stricken naked
Non-believers can guess it
Second they on they knees, and get necking off on me till they strepted
Weapon – hand the debit
Web it, man and kept it
Separate van, and spread it, slit his man, and wet his fam, intrepid
F-it, catch it, wretched, sketch it, fetch it, sketch it
I'm a Liar Liar with the mask fuck a Pet Detective!
Losing my cup of noodles, temper tantrums get brutal
In the mood to pull out an oozi on a fuckin' poodle
Cameras watching me like I'm something to do
Now they get it, admit
"So I'm spittin that shit" stick your tongue in doo-doo
Like my life and career's been under voodoo
I broke the hex, and wrote the checks, the coke connect should think I'm bluffin google-me
Ho-hold, no hamo, how humble I can be?
I been watching MTV all my life, now MTV's watching me
See
[Bridge:]
Nobody knows what went wrong with me
Somebody tell me what the fuck is wrong with me
This isn't the life I was born to see
What the fuck is wrong with me (with me)?
[Hook:]
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
[Verse 2: Cory Gunz]
What the what went wrong with me
Mommy why you stop calling me?
Why these police keep walling me?
Why these bitches keep stalling me?
When they not gon follow me
Where the fucks my apology!
For putting me through such awkward psychology
Wasn't for grandma I'd be dumb and dead
Ha, light and skinny onion head
Wanna keep me fed till her bunions bled
Sweetest, I'm cheated and treated like I'm under dead
Spit on after shit on, till I'm hit on, I want the meds
And all they hear is some addict a functioning junkie
Maybe not, cause I grew with thoughts that no mother would want me
Maybe not, cause I watched them abused the drugs right in front of me
Couple pills ain't gonna kill me
Couple blunts ain't gonna hunt me!
Couple cups ain't gonna fill me
Couple chumps ain't gonna chill me
Now I'm stuck to get bucked for these couple bucks, you feel me
The only couple for me, Madison and Mckenzie
Pay Me, fuck a relationship lady, let me get busy
Shit
[Bridge:]
Nobody knows what went wrong with me
Somebody tell me what the fuck when wrong with me
This isn't the life I was born to see
What the fuck is wrong with me (with me)
[Hook:]
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I'm outta my mind
[Repeat]
Speed lyrics - Cory Gunz
You can turn the beat up louder
Marchin' like a martian, hit the starship with the carbon, I'm a marksman
Pewm
Verse for verse, I walk in and chalk men, with the words I'm cursed as cartman
South of the Bronx, the worst department
Swim in the mouth of the swamps, the skirts and garments
Withdrawn in my mental safe in a case to say
I don't think my mental's safe
But I'm sayin' the date issued on the pistols great
Than late crystal wanna be in crystal lake
With a straight pitbull that run a cripple straight
Trynna run a pencil straight through ya stenciled face
I ain't on planes when I swarm fans
And my vains hangin' on vains when I'm on xans
No one in a guinea pants by ya grown man
Stan hands full of strands when I'm on grams
Can somebody tell me somethin'
I know they hear me comin like a copper go and rob an eltiudi
Livin life illegal like it's legal
I gotta carry somethin' till the beta cops catch and tell me nothin'
Cut and get the ropes, I'm a ropesmith
I grew up with the skin of soapdishes if we gotta get it bubbly
Scape snakes wild try, pray the table mine, sound like dubbly
The issue we get speeder
Cuz the militia leader, little peter, got a millimeter heater, and a kilometer rita
See to me you niggas sweeter than a rita, pretty nita, you kilometer rita, I'm an animal Vegeta
Man, she peter, so I eat her when I beat her, she be hangin' of the shoulders of my beater
I be bangin off the meter
Put under the blanky with a yankee get a spanky from the panky like he Gida
Ha
Drive by nine niggas in the five-seater, lettin' mind fly, blind side leave ya wife beat up
In the mind guys die try to get like me
But my design can fine line any type seater
I'm Re'd up
Kiddy pull the beat up, it's small, I ain't gotta pull my seat up
I'm G'd up
Kill it, forget it pull the beat up
Young Money up
Marchin' like a martian, hit the starship with the carbon, I'm a marksman
Pewm
Verse for verse, I walk in and chalk men, with the words I'm cursed as cartman
South of the Bronx, the worst department
Swim in the mouth of the swamps, the skirts and garments
Withdrawn in my mental safe in a case to say
I don't think my mental's safe
But I'm sayin' the date issued on the pistols great
Than late crystal wanna be in crystal lake
With a straight pitbull that run a cripple straight
Trynna run a pencil straight through ya stenciled face
I ain't on planes when I swarm fans
And my vains hangin' on vains when I'm on xans
No one in a guinea pants by ya grown man
Stan hands full of strands when I'm on grams
Can somebody tell me somethin'
I know they hear me comin like a copper go and rob an eltiudi
Livin life illegal like it's legal
I gotta carry somethin' till the beta cops catch and tell me nothin'
Cut and get the ropes, I'm a ropesmith
I grew up with the skin of soapdishes if we gotta get it bubbly
Scape snakes wild try, pray the table mine, sound like dubbly
The issue we get speeder
Cuz the militia leader, little peter, got a millimeter heater, and a kilometer rita
See to me you niggas sweeter than a rita, pretty nita, you kilometer rita, I'm an animal Vegeta
Man, she peter, so I eat her when I beat her, she be hangin' of the shoulders of my beater
I be bangin off the meter
Put under the blanky with a yankee get a spanky from the panky like he Gida
Ha
Drive by nine niggas in the five-seater, lettin' mind fly, blind side leave ya wife beat up
In the mind guys die try to get like me
But my design can fine line any type seater
I'm Re'd up
Kiddy pull the beat up, it's small, I ain't gotta pull my seat up
I'm G'd up
Kill it, forget it pull the beat up
Young Money up
YMCMB MMG lyrics - Cory Gunz (feat. Meek Mill)
[Verse 1: Cory Gunz]
Stare is blank when the trigger face
Lil nigga with a bigger base
Know me young homie? here's some money, you wonder now
I'll make 2012 with a number dial
Talking that shit; don't know who they rapping with
Pause, I say fuck em fast, rabbit dicks
I turn the booth to a maggot pit
She appear when I wave the david banner wrist
Gettin money, you niggas seein me like my mother home
She's bitchin her dog is back with another bone
Hollar for a dollar, to swallow back
I hit her right off of twitter, now follow that
I'm booking face, my network is social
Young money, cash money, we coach who coach you
Slow up them protools with them loco vocals
What you know to, don't do, nigga
I'm your go-tos, go-to
Plot, once you try I approach you quiet with the toast too
Fire, I will smoke you
Tie, any man, bear hand choke you
Silence is what I go to
Violent, burner in the safe, burner in the car, and the plates, burner on the waist
Find the burner and they solving the case
Murder in the place, let is dislove in his waist
I don't give a fuck if your moms and all is in the play
Get your pops, get popped, nigga pop off
Get a drop, in the city chopped, get in knocked off
Glock and it gettin hot, knock ya socks off
Get clocked, when it tick, get tocked off
Block niggas, by the block when it's blocked off
Swat looking for the yatch when is docked off
In the spot where niggas plot to get bopped, pause
And when the waps stop then ya top off
[Verse 2: Millz]
Ymcmb doublem g, you know me
Old school flow like kool mo dee
Coastal flow, I move low key
Make a move ot
Get a brick for the low
95 south get a chick that would go
Every 36 let the bitch get an o
I put it in the hood that bitch better snow
In the middle of summer, do numbers
Niggas better run from us that, front us
That mac-10 with a drummer, they want us
Tell them niggas run up, get done up
When that automatic get clappin like Cory Gunz when he rapping
That shit be spitting so fast, and my niggas we platinum
And I'm... on the way I'm going glow, I put my pressy on
30 thou, like a got a camero chevy on
I go loud around the neck give em a heavy one
And niggas sleeping on me, guess I get my freddy on
Nightmare on you record labels
I tell em put the dirty money on the other table
You ever seen a 100 racks off fiend money
That martin luther king, I had a dream money
I can tell you niggas never seen money
We sellin white girl, gettin christine money
Aguilera, I'm in the panorama
Niggas whisper when I come through, I can barely hear em
I know these niggas looking, I can't see em though
My daddy in the grave, I make you meet em though
They call me, mister "fuck a nigga" I don't need a ho
Cause I got my paper up, it's time to get my haters up
I'm gone!
Bitch!
I'm gone!
Mmg ymcmg
Stare is blank when the trigger face
Lil nigga with a bigger base
Know me young homie? here's some money, you wonder now
I'll make 2012 with a number dial
Talking that shit; don't know who they rapping with
Pause, I say fuck em fast, rabbit dicks
I turn the booth to a maggot pit
She appear when I wave the david banner wrist
Gettin money, you niggas seein me like my mother home
She's bitchin her dog is back with another bone
Hollar for a dollar, to swallow back
I hit her right off of twitter, now follow that
I'm booking face, my network is social
Young money, cash money, we coach who coach you
Slow up them protools with them loco vocals
What you know to, don't do, nigga
I'm your go-tos, go-to
Plot, once you try I approach you quiet with the toast too
Fire, I will smoke you
Tie, any man, bear hand choke you
Silence is what I go to
Violent, burner in the safe, burner in the car, and the plates, burner on the waist
Find the burner and they solving the case
Murder in the place, let is dislove in his waist
I don't give a fuck if your moms and all is in the play
Get your pops, get popped, nigga pop off
Get a drop, in the city chopped, get in knocked off
Glock and it gettin hot, knock ya socks off
Get clocked, when it tick, get tocked off
Block niggas, by the block when it's blocked off
Swat looking for the yatch when is docked off
In the spot where niggas plot to get bopped, pause
And when the waps stop then ya top off
[Verse 2: Millz]
Ymcmb doublem g, you know me
Old school flow like kool mo dee
Coastal flow, I move low key
Make a move ot
Get a brick for the low
95 south get a chick that would go
Every 36 let the bitch get an o
I put it in the hood that bitch better snow
In the middle of summer, do numbers
Niggas better run from us that, front us
That mac-10 with a drummer, they want us
Tell them niggas run up, get done up
When that automatic get clappin like Cory Gunz when he rapping
That shit be spitting so fast, and my niggas we platinum
And I'm... on the way I'm going glow, I put my pressy on
30 thou, like a got a camero chevy on
I go loud around the neck give em a heavy one
And niggas sleeping on me, guess I get my freddy on
Nightmare on you record labels
I tell em put the dirty money on the other table
You ever seen a 100 racks off fiend money
That martin luther king, I had a dream money
I can tell you niggas never seen money
We sellin white girl, gettin christine money
Aguilera, I'm in the panorama
Niggas whisper when I come through, I can barely hear em
I know these niggas looking, I can't see em though
My daddy in the grave, I make you meet em though
They call me, mister "fuck a nigga" I don't need a ho
Cause I got my paper up, it's time to get my haters up
I'm gone!
Bitch!
I'm gone!
Mmg ymcmg
Hardbody lyrics - Cory Gunz
[Verse 1:]
Young money militia with it
Cash Money business, we missed the hit then your bitch'll get it
Full grown, heart colder than South Fargo
Load the pockets in my cargos for what your car goes
Fuck it I can't complain, die I don't like him anyway
Took for Wayne, Mack, and Stunna to snatch him anyway
Shorty from the DVD, y'all ain't catch him anyway
Thinking look at these bird brains, I'll hatch 'em any day
Take it in acid, I'll put a bird on your bitches
Like, fuck a fashion statement, I state the fashion
Like, I'm straight smashing with an irate passion
Shit, like I hate crashing, rip like I'm late passing
I'm loyal to fam like oil to Sam
I know niggas boiling grams for foil and Spam
I'm on a track like Lebron, not annoying his man
Before the games, clap chalk and ya boy at the lane
Who game?
[Hook:]
Real niggas saying they hardbody
Be the same niggas talking around
Real niggas saying they hardbody
Be the same niggas stuck in the ground
Real niggas saying they hardbody
Be the same niggas jumping the gun
Real niggas saying they hardbody
Be the same niggas pumping a lung
[Verse 2:]
I'm the definition of staying humble
And the militia's the definition of staying mumble
Admitting you ain't in correct position to say & mumble
All you getting is disrespect cause you wouldn't lay a fumble
I'm the tiniest of them out of the fucking jungle
But I'm quiet enough to show 'em I want the trouble
Never had a shot off the backboard
I know niggas from detention that'll turn your block to a blackboard
Cory Gunz hot as a crack store
That's probably why I always got a thirsty ass broad on my black straw
Before I wanted the nigga to treat right, now I'm considering the Quran pawn
I do the beats right
Respect or the Tek's going off like a street bike
And you gon' see his neck blowing off like a street light
Pause, creep tight sneaking beneath night
Or be the next hellbound nigga to seek Christ, aight
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
I don't know where they found fam
Fuck around with me, I'll make your self-esteem low as the Soundscan
Rep the city like I'm the town man
Try work it out or else you're getting stuck, wait the pound's jammed
You rap like opposite what you act like
You act like you wouldn't scratch strike in a cat fight
You scrap like you wouldn't clap right in a strap fight
Motherfuckers know how I rock, that's what I rap like
Nigga real mean, I gotta trill team
First nigga, baby grey Glock with a teal beam
Something heavy, try to make a nigga wheels lean
Quiet, the silencer make you sound like a seal stream
You can chase the cookie trick, I want the real cream
Nigga I'm trying to peel green like a sealed screen
How this feel? Looking like a shotta kill scene
Cause my whole crew shoot the nigga, we a film team
[Hook]
Young money militia with it
Cash Money business, we missed the hit then your bitch'll get it
Full grown, heart colder than South Fargo
Load the pockets in my cargos for what your car goes
Fuck it I can't complain, die I don't like him anyway
Took for Wayne, Mack, and Stunna to snatch him anyway
Shorty from the DVD, y'all ain't catch him anyway
Thinking look at these bird brains, I'll hatch 'em any day
Take it in acid, I'll put a bird on your bitches
Like, fuck a fashion statement, I state the fashion
Like, I'm straight smashing with an irate passion
Shit, like I hate crashing, rip like I'm late passing
I'm loyal to fam like oil to Sam
I know niggas boiling grams for foil and Spam
I'm on a track like Lebron, not annoying his man
Before the games, clap chalk and ya boy at the lane
Who game?
[Hook:]
Real niggas saying they hardbody
Be the same niggas talking around
Real niggas saying they hardbody
Be the same niggas stuck in the ground
Real niggas saying they hardbody
Be the same niggas jumping the gun
Real niggas saying they hardbody
Be the same niggas pumping a lung
[Verse 2:]
I'm the definition of staying humble
And the militia's the definition of staying mumble
Admitting you ain't in correct position to say & mumble
All you getting is disrespect cause you wouldn't lay a fumble
I'm the tiniest of them out of the fucking jungle
But I'm quiet enough to show 'em I want the trouble
Never had a shot off the backboard
I know niggas from detention that'll turn your block to a blackboard
Cory Gunz hot as a crack store
That's probably why I always got a thirsty ass broad on my black straw
Before I wanted the nigga to treat right, now I'm considering the Quran pawn
I do the beats right
Respect or the Tek's going off like a street bike
And you gon' see his neck blowing off like a street light
Pause, creep tight sneaking beneath night
Or be the next hellbound nigga to seek Christ, aight
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
I don't know where they found fam
Fuck around with me, I'll make your self-esteem low as the Soundscan
Rep the city like I'm the town man
Try work it out or else you're getting stuck, wait the pound's jammed
You rap like opposite what you act like
You act like you wouldn't scratch strike in a cat fight
You scrap like you wouldn't clap right in a strap fight
Motherfuckers know how I rock, that's what I rap like
Nigga real mean, I gotta trill team
First nigga, baby grey Glock with a teal beam
Something heavy, try to make a nigga wheels lean
Quiet, the silencer make you sound like a seal stream
You can chase the cookie trick, I want the real cream
Nigga I'm trying to peel green like a sealed screen
How this feel? Looking like a shotta kill scene
Cause my whole crew shoot the nigga, we a film team
[Hook]
Bedtime lyrics - Cory Gunz
Sleep nigger, bedtime
Flat line, red line
Ain't a nigger fucking with my bread
Sleep nigger, bedtime
Sleep nigger, bedtime
Flat line, red line
Ain't a nigger fucking with my bread
Sleep nigger, bedtime
Rockstar, self bitch, free gig, mouth piece, feed kicked
Stacking paper, need whip
Fuck you jacking hater, heat clips
Thug more, grind zone, nigger, ohh
Mind glue, liver to my name bitch
You can find me where them killers make them caskets hit
Paper chaser, dominated, new nigger, nominated
Everybody and they mama hating
I don't give a fuck about the commentating
I be on that yay like jay, never hustle but I bust a tray like ray
Corner nice day, it's what the vice, yey
It's how them real nigger roll them dice play
Sleep nigger, bedtime
Flat line, red line
Ain't a nigger fucking with my bread
Sleep nigger, bedtime
Sleep nigger, bedtime
Flat line, red line
Ain't a nigger fucking with my bread
Sleep nigger, bedtime
Yeah, fuck it, let them hate a nigger made it
These nigger say it but it's never demonstrate it
Talking all this ball sporting like it's illustrated
Niggers snitching, if I diss them I get might get
You blew 20 000 on your whip for datings
Nigger I blew 20 000 just on shit
You smoking redless, we rolling
Probably why your dolly got an ass
Slow flowing like a fucking boss, you suckers soft, you suckers soft
Says she love me when I rap fast, I fast,
Sleep nigger, bedtime
Flat line, red line
Ain't a nigger fucking with my bread
Sleep nigger, bedtime
Sleep nigger, bedtime
Flat line, red line
Ain't a nigger fucking with my bread
Sleep nigger, bedtime.
Flat line, red line
Ain't a nigger fucking with my bread
Sleep nigger, bedtime
Sleep nigger, bedtime
Flat line, red line
Ain't a nigger fucking with my bread
Sleep nigger, bedtime
Rockstar, self bitch, free gig, mouth piece, feed kicked
Stacking paper, need whip
Fuck you jacking hater, heat clips
Thug more, grind zone, nigger, ohh
Mind glue, liver to my name bitch
You can find me where them killers make them caskets hit
Paper chaser, dominated, new nigger, nominated
Everybody and they mama hating
I don't give a fuck about the commentating
I be on that yay like jay, never hustle but I bust a tray like ray
Corner nice day, it's what the vice, yey
It's how them real nigger roll them dice play
Sleep nigger, bedtime
Flat line, red line
Ain't a nigger fucking with my bread
Sleep nigger, bedtime
Sleep nigger, bedtime
Flat line, red line
Ain't a nigger fucking with my bread
Sleep nigger, bedtime
Yeah, fuck it, let them hate a nigger made it
These nigger say it but it's never demonstrate it
Talking all this ball sporting like it's illustrated
Niggers snitching, if I diss them I get might get
You blew 20 000 on your whip for datings
Nigger I blew 20 000 just on shit
You smoking redless, we rolling
Probably why your dolly got an ass
Slow flowing like a fucking boss, you suckers soft, you suckers soft
Says she love me when I rap fast, I fast,
Sleep nigger, bedtime
Flat line, red line
Ain't a nigger fucking with my bread
Sleep nigger, bedtime
Sleep nigger, bedtime
Flat line, red line
Ain't a nigger fucking with my bread
Sleep nigger, bedtime.
Sick Em lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. Cory Gunz & Gudda Gudda)
[Kid Ink:]
Ok wake up in the mornin
Break a swisher
Turn to a model like Eva Pigford
Hop up out the bed
In the gucci slippers
Tell MTV I'm a made nigga
With all this dirty money need a maid nigga
If you think your a beast my cage bigger
True I see food sick has checked out the ICU
If you look into my eyes red like T2
I'm about to shut it down tell them niggas reboot
Baby I could spend it all it ain't shit to recoupe
In the building throwin money off the roof like juice
Everydays christmas you feel the presents
I get right inside the building like it's september 11th
Raise a glass for the fallen hope they get the message
I'll said sick em I told him get a medic...
[Hook:]
I took a look inside the mirror, mirror on the wall
This is what it saw, I'm the sickest of em all
I'm the sickest of em all, you ain't sick at all
Bout to turn into a beast
Go sick em dog
I'm a get em all
I said I be gettin off
Bout to turn into a beast
Go sick em dog...
[Cory Gunz:]
Young money cash money the real shit
Let's go
Yeah
I'm of all the sickest one
I live this rap shit like this gat shit
In the world you know I was gun by highschool
I was so grown so drawn by the battle
I would get a pass to spit a punch line
Nigga go to lunch before I get to class
Now there's no more of that
Just me how I shouldve done right
And they said Hell no Gunz
What why? What I ain't tight enough to be on Young now
Catch anybody that...
Same side as me that tastes...
Under the same eye
I'm a go hard like I'm playing for the game
I know ya'll niggas want to get in
But you can't try
Cause they got so many rich niggas in this motha fuckin shit
I could talk about this here like I can't die
K I
If they know beat tellem beep up
Bling
They beefing with my upkeep
They could'ntkeep up
To think all that talking they ain't sinking shit
Niggas thinking militia more then they sink a drip
But I don't think of shit
I'm learning at this war
Some times you gotta leave the bag burning at the door
Cause now the joke is on you niggas try and kick the fire
Cause now it's cash money and they all as sick as I am hahaha
[Hook]
Yeah
I am at all the sickest one
I live this rap shit like this gat shit
In the world you know the gun
By highschool I was so gone so drawn by the battle
I would get a pass
Spit a punch little line
Let a little lunch fly get to class
Now there's no more of that
Just me how I shoulda done right
Ink said Hell no Gunz
What why? What I ain't tatted enough to be on Alumni
Catch the same body
With the same shotty
The same side of me
Tears tatted under the same eye
I go hard like I'm playing for the game
I know ya'll niggas want to get in but you can't try
Cause they got so many rich niggas in this Militia
I could talk about a killer like I can't die
K I
If they know peep till I'm peep up
Bling
But even with my upkeep
They couldn't keep up
To think... all that talking ain't dig a sinken ship
Niggas leaking militia more than a sink ll drip
But I don't think of shit
I'm learning at this war
Some times you gotta leave the bag burning at the door
Cause now the joke is on you niggas trya kick the fire
Cause now it's cash money and they all as sick as I am...
[Hook]
[Gudda Gudda:]
Money talks nigga so what the fuck you sayin
Put up or shut up if you ain't paying you ain't playing
10 toes down I'm on my feet 7 thou a show 7 shows in a week
I ain't stupid rich but I'm hella comfy
Gettin money 100 thousand in the louie duffy
Together we live divided we die
Young money fly team boy we live in the sky
My daddy said before he died look a man in his eye
Read em like a book you can tell the truth from a lie
Promised my mamma shell be ridin in the coupe before I die
And my flow gon get us everything we wanted no lie
Fuck it I'm iching for the limelight yeh
And they say gudda you should wait until the times right
And I'm like nah nigga I won't it now won't it now I'm not waiting
Cause the flow blazing and I'm hot like satan so...
Ok wake up in the mornin
Break a swisher
Turn to a model like Eva Pigford
Hop up out the bed
In the gucci slippers
Tell MTV I'm a made nigga
With all this dirty money need a maid nigga
If you think your a beast my cage bigger
True I see food sick has checked out the ICU
If you look into my eyes red like T2
I'm about to shut it down tell them niggas reboot
Baby I could spend it all it ain't shit to recoupe
In the building throwin money off the roof like juice
Everydays christmas you feel the presents
I get right inside the building like it's september 11th
Raise a glass for the fallen hope they get the message
I'll said sick em I told him get a medic...
[Hook:]
I took a look inside the mirror, mirror on the wall
This is what it saw, I'm the sickest of em all
I'm the sickest of em all, you ain't sick at all
Bout to turn into a beast
Go sick em dog
I'm a get em all
I said I be gettin off
Bout to turn into a beast
Go sick em dog...
[Cory Gunz:]
Young money cash money the real shit
Let's go
Yeah
I'm of all the sickest one
I live this rap shit like this gat shit
In the world you know I was gun by highschool
I was so grown so drawn by the battle
I would get a pass to spit a punch line
Nigga go to lunch before I get to class
Now there's no more of that
Just me how I shouldve done right
And they said Hell no Gunz
What why? What I ain't tight enough to be on Young now
Catch anybody that...
Same side as me that tastes...
Under the same eye
I'm a go hard like I'm playing for the game
I know ya'll niggas want to get in
But you can't try
Cause they got so many rich niggas in this motha fuckin shit
I could talk about this here like I can't die
K I
If they know beat tellem beep up
Bling
They beefing with my upkeep
They could'ntkeep up
To think all that talking they ain't sinking shit
Niggas thinking militia more then they sink a drip
But I don't think of shit
I'm learning at this war
Some times you gotta leave the bag burning at the door
Cause now the joke is on you niggas try and kick the fire
Cause now it's cash money and they all as sick as I am hahaha
[Hook]
Yeah
I am at all the sickest one
I live this rap shit like this gat shit
In the world you know the gun
By highschool I was so gone so drawn by the battle
I would get a pass
Spit a punch little line
Let a little lunch fly get to class
Now there's no more of that
Just me how I shoulda done right
Ink said Hell no Gunz
What why? What I ain't tatted enough to be on Alumni
Catch the same body
With the same shotty
The same side of me
Tears tatted under the same eye
I go hard like I'm playing for the game
I know ya'll niggas want to get in but you can't try
Cause they got so many rich niggas in this Militia
I could talk about a killer like I can't die
K I
If they know peep till I'm peep up
Bling
But even with my upkeep
They couldn't keep up
To think... all that talking ain't dig a sinken ship
Niggas leaking militia more than a sink ll drip
But I don't think of shit
I'm learning at this war
Some times you gotta leave the bag burning at the door
Cause now the joke is on you niggas trya kick the fire
Cause now it's cash money and they all as sick as I am...
[Hook]
[Gudda Gudda:]
Money talks nigga so what the fuck you sayin
Put up or shut up if you ain't paying you ain't playing
10 toes down I'm on my feet 7 thou a show 7 shows in a week
I ain't stupid rich but I'm hella comfy
Gettin money 100 thousand in the louie duffy
Together we live divided we die
Young money fly team boy we live in the sky
My daddy said before he died look a man in his eye
Read em like a book you can tell the truth from a lie
Promised my mamma shell be ridin in the coupe before I die
And my flow gon get us everything we wanted no lie
Fuck it I'm iching for the limelight yeh
And they say gudda you should wait until the times right
And I'm like nah nigga I won't it now won't it now I'm not waiting
Cause the flow blazing and I'm hot like satan so...
Know My Name lyrics - Cory Gunz
[Verse 1:]
What, yeah I'm on nigga run up
I'm runnin' with the gym blade in my fitted now
Fuck around with me and get knitted down
So much green can't remember the last time I shitted brown
Thirsty niggas ain't admitting they bitter sound
Now I'm hungry to show em I'm the hottest fucking kid around
Show em how it go I don't kid around
Fuck ya crew and label go get a town
And set off and spit around
YMCMB in the bee and pee on ya bean
Why and if I see em tell em I wouldn't wanna be em
Run off gun out, gun off run out
Fuck the what nigga bring the fun out
Militia gang rap for the dumb out
Try me for a come up
I bet ya niggas raps never come out
Smooth drinking swigga with a temper like a bliquor
On the itchy finger nigga bought a liquor on the victim goin
[Chorus:]
Don't you know my name?
Gunz Militia Pop
Show these little niggas I'm not playing games
I'm a pro with the dot I'm a cold nigga pop
Like cash with the flames
Gunz Militia Pop
Show these little niggas I'm not playing games
[Verse 2:]
What, bitch nigga you ain't saying shit
I got business on the block, Amber, Wayne and Nick
If ain't depending on the watch then we made em sick
I knew a witness on the watch who became a vic
Had a wife of a life then became a bitch
Most my niggas lay the bricks so they lay in bricks
Or they laying bricks
I love the south like potato grits
But I bet whatever if you say the knicks
My niggas midwest with a plate of fix
Staged up and off the dimes and they making knicks
Caught a jooks by mistake I ain't mean to get em
Shit, he was the trick he ain't need to spend em
See me in any whips bet the nina's in em
Gimme Christinas lips put the penis in em
My closet looking like I got a cleaners in em
Ya'll ain't poppin tommy's ya'll are just alotta gleamers with em
[Chorus:]
Don't you know my name?
Gunz Militia Pop
Show these little niggas I'm not playing games
I'm a pro with the dot I'm a cold nigga pop
Like cash with the flames
Gunz Militia Pop
Show these little niggas I'm not playing games
What, yeah I'm on nigga run up
I'm runnin' with the gym blade in my fitted now
Fuck around with me and get knitted down
So much green can't remember the last time I shitted brown
Thirsty niggas ain't admitting they bitter sound
Now I'm hungry to show em I'm the hottest fucking kid around
Show em how it go I don't kid around
Fuck ya crew and label go get a town
And set off and spit around
YMCMB in the bee and pee on ya bean
Why and if I see em tell em I wouldn't wanna be em
Run off gun out, gun off run out
Fuck the what nigga bring the fun out
Militia gang rap for the dumb out
Try me for a come up
I bet ya niggas raps never come out
Smooth drinking swigga with a temper like a bliquor
On the itchy finger nigga bought a liquor on the victim goin
[Chorus:]
Don't you know my name?
Gunz Militia Pop
Show these little niggas I'm not playing games
I'm a pro with the dot I'm a cold nigga pop
Like cash with the flames
Gunz Militia Pop
Show these little niggas I'm not playing games
[Verse 2:]
What, bitch nigga you ain't saying shit
I got business on the block, Amber, Wayne and Nick
If ain't depending on the watch then we made em sick
I knew a witness on the watch who became a vic
Had a wife of a life then became a bitch
Most my niggas lay the bricks so they lay in bricks
Or they laying bricks
I love the south like potato grits
But I bet whatever if you say the knicks
My niggas midwest with a plate of fix
Staged up and off the dimes and they making knicks
Caught a jooks by mistake I ain't mean to get em
Shit, he was the trick he ain't need to spend em
See me in any whips bet the nina's in em
Gimme Christinas lips put the penis in em
My closet looking like I got a cleaners in em
Ya'll ain't poppin tommy's ya'll are just alotta gleamers with em
[Chorus:]
Don't you know my name?
Gunz Militia Pop
Show these little niggas I'm not playing games
I'm a pro with the dot I'm a cold nigga pop
Like cash with the flames
Gunz Militia Pop
Show these little niggas I'm not playing games
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