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



Credits
Writer(s): Malik Mayfield
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