Cortex (feat. AyeBandzo)

Uh why all these niggas want smoke
I don't even have to hit fire just aim through the scope uh
Why all my opps still broke? I'm getting money but I need me some more
All of these niggas they lame they goofy half of these niggas be cap
Half of these niggas be lying in the songs yeah all of these niggas they wack
She talk about Birkin's and Christian Dior but bitch I don't got it like that
Popout Gang big PGE yeah we about counting these racks
He say he gon catch me he say that it's up well you better stand on that
Called the bitch overflow the way that I spin just cause I feel like that

(Why all these niggas keep playing man
Like we ain't the hardest in the motherfucking city man
These niggas still broke ain't getting no money
Nigga aye twin tell him wassup nigga talk to him nigga)

Blow out that Lil nigga forehead and push me a Lil nigga top back
I cannot entertain all the rap cap all these Lil niggas do is just Chit Chat
The wig off his head now it's a convertible
Tryna rob me Lil nigga I'll murder you
Tens and 20's I carry that .32
Glock hit is ass get to sticking like hot glue
My dick in Yo mouth well slurp like a slushy
Yo bitch steady calling she just wanna love
I steady be balling 2 fours on me Kobe
I shake with the right hand I'm not Ginobli
These niggas be dissing but they do not know me
Me and my Twin like Zack and a Cody

These be 12 they be working with police
Don't know where I'm at cause I'm moving lowkey
Got the gang with me feel like Polo G
Serving the junkies got key to streets
Twelve get behind me you know ima feel
Can't hop in the car too many sticks in the Jeep



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Writer(s): Donarius Goldring
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