Hittin’ Corners K-Dee

[Verse 1]
Anotha Day!
Dolla
Holla if you hear me
Comin with the bumps in my hoop'
As swoo-woop
Here I am
The mack it's clear I am
K-Dee, so baby get with the program
Damn
What's on the menu
It's about 10 to 5
So let me see what the weather's like
Step outside, glide to my ride, hit the button for the alarm 'chirp-chirp-disarm'
Pull the top back, cock the hammer on my Glock back
I ain't trippin, just lettin' 'em know I ain't slippin
Sippin, on some Lipton Iced Tea flossin
Don't trip, it ain't easy, cause it costs to be the boss
And so, I'm on the hunt
Never front with the cash flow
Hittin' Corna's slow on the go so now you know
My tires are Armor-All'd, spit shined wax on
Tank kinda low so I pulls into Exxon
Give me 10 on six, damn look at baby at pump 4
What you doin with all that rump, ho?
She must have endz, rollin in a benz
Could it be her's, or maybe it's her boyfriend's?
Slid me her number
I wonder if you got a man, cause not a man other than me can get you hotter than
Cayenne pepper
Swept her off her feet when I boned her
Catchin bitches hittin Corna's