[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
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
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