Corkie
Mmm
Mmm
Mmm
What it do cork
Fuck it up
This for you you kno
I kno you used to fuck wit my shit
Yeah
Hope you looking down on us
Yeah
Hope you fuck wit it
Hope this shit go far you kno
Uh, Play with the keys like Lenny(Kravitz)
First day out I had the taste for Beni's(Hana)
Sepp's on my feet it cost a pretty penny(A cool rack)
Push da pedal on da Porsche so you can hear the Hemi(Ayyeee)
If I wasn't made would you even love me
I bet a milly if I was broke
You wouldn't even touch me
My heart ain't got no love in it my shit really muddy
Celebrate with a pint of lean toast up like it's bubbly
R.I.P. to Cork that was like my sister
She died when I was locked mmm and I really miss her
I'm easin the pain with lean in my pitcher
Good Zotti in my swisher
Y'all can't fuck up her image
I'ma paint the perfect picture
It's now or never with this rap shit
Or it's back to trap shit
Where we unwrap and wrap bricks
Roadrun all day and take risks
Came home and took a nigga bitch
Ayyyyyeeee
She was mine before I got locked
Hope you did more than eat her box
I ain't gon' cuff she unlocked
I just wanna get off my rocks
Cuz the second she fucked with a bum
That lil' bih went down in stock
My bros rode my whole bid I owe em for eternity
Gang of solid niggas tighter than a damn fraternity
If it ain't bout no money that shit ain't concernin' me
Gotta get rich on this run or they gon' have to murder me
How the hell they free Flow same day Cuz had to go
Can't question God so Ion know
Feel like the pain killin' me slo-oo-ow
Uh, Play with the keys like Lenny(Kravitz)
First day out I had the taste for Beni's(Hana)
Sepp's on my feet it cost a pretty penny(A cool rack)
Push da pedal on da Porsche so you can hear the Hemi(Ayyeee)
If I wasn't made would you even love me
I bet a milly if I was broke
You wouldn't even touch me
My heart ain't got no love in it my shit really muddy
Celebrate with a pint of lean toast up like it's bubbly
Why the hood legends gotta die
This song right here the closest to you hearin' a thug cry
In my mind I'm goin' crazy I'm thinkin' homicide
And I know my bros with me and they down to rideeee
Let's slide
Runnin' through the pack
Tryna get the plug to fuck wit me like Meechie(Big Meech)
I'm leanin' on codiene cuz every bitch act like they don't need me
These niggas pussy every time it's beef
They quick to sign peace treaties
Get so much money in these streets
That I can feed the fuckin' needy
I take the drop and I beat it
Hit the dog yeah I feed it
Good gas therapeutic
Collectin' ties I should preach it
Ballin' hard got a couple teammates down in Phoenix
The way I get the work gone the plug say that I'm a genius
We gon' pop a perc for Corkieee Uhhhhhh
We gon' blow these runts and have no worries
Uhhhhhh
Big Drac throwin' bullets like Kyler Murraaaayyy
Uhhhhhh
Get off the work and now we ballin' no jerseyyyy
Uhhhhhh
Ouuuu
Ohhh
Oooo
Uh, Play with the keys like Lenny(Kravitz)
First day out I had the taste for Beni's(Hana)
Sepp's on my feet it cost a pretty penny(A cool rack)
Push da pedal on da Porsche so you can hear the Hemi(Ayyeee)
If I wasn't made would you even love me
I bet a milly if I was broke
You wouldn't even touch me
My heart ain't got no love in it my shit really muddy
Celebrate with a pint of lean toast up like it's bubbly
Mmm
Mmm
What it do cork
Fuck it up
This for you you kno
I kno you used to fuck wit my shit
Yeah
Hope you looking down on us
Yeah
Hope you fuck wit it
Hope this shit go far you kno
Uh, Play with the keys like Lenny(Kravitz)
First day out I had the taste for Beni's(Hana)
Sepp's on my feet it cost a pretty penny(A cool rack)
Push da pedal on da Porsche so you can hear the Hemi(Ayyeee)
If I wasn't made would you even love me
I bet a milly if I was broke
You wouldn't even touch me
My heart ain't got no love in it my shit really muddy
Celebrate with a pint of lean toast up like it's bubbly
R.I.P. to Cork that was like my sister
She died when I was locked mmm and I really miss her
I'm easin the pain with lean in my pitcher
Good Zotti in my swisher
Y'all can't fuck up her image
I'ma paint the perfect picture
It's now or never with this rap shit
Or it's back to trap shit
Where we unwrap and wrap bricks
Roadrun all day and take risks
Came home and took a nigga bitch
Ayyyyyeeee
She was mine before I got locked
Hope you did more than eat her box
I ain't gon' cuff she unlocked
I just wanna get off my rocks
Cuz the second she fucked with a bum
That lil' bih went down in stock
My bros rode my whole bid I owe em for eternity
Gang of solid niggas tighter than a damn fraternity
If it ain't bout no money that shit ain't concernin' me
Gotta get rich on this run or they gon' have to murder me
How the hell they free Flow same day Cuz had to go
Can't question God so Ion know
Feel like the pain killin' me slo-oo-ow
Uh, Play with the keys like Lenny(Kravitz)
First day out I had the taste for Beni's(Hana)
Sepp's on my feet it cost a pretty penny(A cool rack)
Push da pedal on da Porsche so you can hear the Hemi(Ayyeee)
If I wasn't made would you even love me
I bet a milly if I was broke
You wouldn't even touch me
My heart ain't got no love in it my shit really muddy
Celebrate with a pint of lean toast up like it's bubbly
Why the hood legends gotta die
This song right here the closest to you hearin' a thug cry
In my mind I'm goin' crazy I'm thinkin' homicide
And I know my bros with me and they down to rideeee
Let's slide
Runnin' through the pack
Tryna get the plug to fuck wit me like Meechie(Big Meech)
I'm leanin' on codiene cuz every bitch act like they don't need me
These niggas pussy every time it's beef
They quick to sign peace treaties
Get so much money in these streets
That I can feed the fuckin' needy
I take the drop and I beat it
Hit the dog yeah I feed it
Good gas therapeutic
Collectin' ties I should preach it
Ballin' hard got a couple teammates down in Phoenix
The way I get the work gone the plug say that I'm a genius
We gon' pop a perc for Corkieee Uhhhhhh
We gon' blow these runts and have no worries
Uhhhhhh
Big Drac throwin' bullets like Kyler Murraaaayyy
Uhhhhhh
Get off the work and now we ballin' no jerseyyyy
Uhhhhhh
Ouuuu
Ohhh
Oooo
Uh, Play with the keys like Lenny(Kravitz)
First day out I had the taste for Beni's(Hana)
Sepp's on my feet it cost a pretty penny(A cool rack)
Push da pedal on da Porsche so you can hear the Hemi(Ayyeee)
If I wasn't made would you even love me
I bet a milly if I was broke
You wouldn't even touch me
My heart ain't got no love in it my shit really muddy
Celebrate with a pint of lean toast up like it's bubbly
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Writer(s): Malik Mayfield
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