Corner Store
A nigga get caught with the stick he a felon
Catch me on the block where my niggas be sellin
Ya niggas is pussy ya niggas be tellin
The corner store niggas be lurkin n steppin
Never lacking we ain't duckin no ops
Don't fuck with them bitches who only want
She talking to much use her head as a mop
28 Grams sell my gas like that rock
Cup filled wit dirty I need my a shot
Niggas outa pocket then bodies gon drop
Pistol whip him leave his head wit a knot
Crack his head leave his brain on da block
Ain't worried bout niggas ya niggas to soft
Haters praying that my music gon flop
Feds be lurkin they be watching a lot
Ain't talking no movie we all for close shots
His bitch sent the addy we rushing the spot
Put a 3 in a wood and his ass in the box
I'm swiping they wallets ain't talking no fox
Ain't talking to cops
762s knock the beef out his top
young boy ain't talking Lil top
Y'all niggas gay I ain't talking boondocks
Like grease in the pan my music gon pop
Just like a skillet a young nigga hot
If we gotta beef then bodies gonna drop
Bro empty the clip and then you could get popped
Can't fuck fuck with these snakes niggas fake like a prop
Cookin dis heat like I'm stirring the pot
Bro got the addy now we in his spot
Now his face on a tee and his name on the block
Takin over the game been a year since we dropped
Just like Carti I hide it my socks
Only hittin the twat if she gotthe WAP
Dat boy talking talking to muuch think he work with the cops
She doing too much now her number it's blocked
Young nigga too fresh I could never rot
I'm on go banging red but I don't ever stop
All these eyes on me I'm feeling like I'm PAC
I want all of the smoke but I ain't no pop
All this weed that we smoke in a day we gone need like a zip u
My shooters they practice but not in the gym
Fuck em in two's we just had us sum twins
Fuck with them bloods so we bangin dat brim
Givin me head and I'm grabbing her chin
Swimming through hoes and I can't even swim
I fuck w my chocolate I like my brown skins
Only hittin da hoe if she ten outtta ten
The hottest youngins yea we been
No we don't start the beef we only just end
Lil niggas sum boys yk we sum men
Miss the shot once but I won't miss gain
Only goin if my blick could attend
You tryna fuck you better have a friend
Catch me on the block where my niggas be sellin
Ya niggas is pussy ya niggas be tellin
The corner store niggas be lurkin n steppin
Never lacking we ain't duckin no ops
Don't fuck with them bitches who only want
She talking to much use her head as a mop
28 Grams sell my gas like that rock
Cup filled wit dirty I need my a shot
Niggas outa pocket then bodies gon drop
Pistol whip him leave his head wit a knot
Crack his head leave his brain on da block
Ain't worried bout niggas ya niggas to soft
Haters praying that my music gon flop
Feds be lurkin they be watching a lot
Ain't talking no movie we all for close shots
His bitch sent the addy we rushing the spot
Put a 3 in a wood and his ass in the box
I'm swiping they wallets ain't talking no fox
Ain't talking to cops
762s knock the beef out his top
young boy ain't talking Lil top
Y'all niggas gay I ain't talking boondocks
Like grease in the pan my music gon pop
Just like a skillet a young nigga hot
If we gotta beef then bodies gonna drop
Bro empty the clip and then you could get popped
Can't fuck fuck with these snakes niggas fake like a prop
Cookin dis heat like I'm stirring the pot
Bro got the addy now we in his spot
Now his face on a tee and his name on the block
Takin over the game been a year since we dropped
Just like Carti I hide it my socks
Only hittin the twat if she gotthe WAP
Dat boy talking talking to muuch think he work with the cops
She doing too much now her number it's blocked
Young nigga too fresh I could never rot
I'm on go banging red but I don't ever stop
All these eyes on me I'm feeling like I'm PAC
I want all of the smoke but I ain't no pop
All this weed that we smoke in a day we gone need like a zip u
My shooters they practice but not in the gym
Fuck em in two's we just had us sum twins
Fuck with them bloods so we bangin dat brim
Givin me head and I'm grabbing her chin
Swimming through hoes and I can't even swim
I fuck w my chocolate I like my brown skins
Only hittin da hoe if she ten outtta ten
The hottest youngins yea we been
No we don't start the beef we only just end
Lil niggas sum boys yk we sum men
Miss the shot once but I won't miss gain
Only goin if my blick could attend
You tryna fuck you better have a friend
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Writer(s): Eric Smith
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