Corner Boy P
Текст песни Kingpin Ft. Fiend

Man these hos think I'm rich
Niggas think I got bricks
Probably cause I'm still on, ain't touch since 06 nigga
Ridin' round with my bitch, might be your wife
Yeah I know my chain icy but nigga it ain't worth your life
So think twice before you reach for that
Cause my lil hitters tweak for that
Can't never find a lighter bitch I always know where my burner at
I be where that money at, posted up where them thangs fly
Ask them niggas, no lie,
Real nigga east side middle finger out the sun roof
You bitch made it, so salute
Outside KKK, inside Piru
Keep stressing, life's a bitch
I'm like damn she fucking you too
That money bet not be late
Come fuck round if you want to
Family viewin' that ass and I ain't talking bout on youtube
Walking out the jeweler niggas swear my plug Lulu
They think I just went koo koo, foreign when I swoop through
Goldie in Hawaii, macking bitch I'm Honolulu
Bands nigga I be blowing em like I play the tuba
Burn a onion everyday till they free my nigga Ruger
My cousin caught a nickle 'fore he left gave me his ruger
Popping at your abblegado, slug crack your medulla
Bitch I'm getting too large, think I ordered 2 cars
Pop so many bottles hoe I could have open 2 clubs
I show these niggas no love, flexing when I pull up

Grants and Franklins when I'm peelin', 20's still stack to the ceiling
Got a soda I'ma sill it, will well rim it
Can't fit cut all the fenders, candy paint is super ignant
She fucking me cause I'm the illest
Ask ya neighbors how I kill it
Erry day I'm on some G shit and ain't a nigga fucking with me nigga

Kingpin affiliated, bowling ball size bullets
If your flight is a nicer price, then go on book it
Dirty money in garbage bags don't know where I put it
So we put it and pot it, we learn how to cook it
Get money mania, might of sold a verse sold some weed, sold some cane to ya
Chevy USA, brawd from Lithuania, dirty AK with the bezel,
Playin the hustle, since 95, work sent through the mail, gotta change it up
Couple hunned thous dollars ain't enough
Spending that at the jeweler, on the motherfucking manure
Before they shackle down, they gonn have to get me off the battleground
100 round magazine, on the scene, 100 rounds
I was muscle for the music, bumpin it before I used it
Silencer on the barrel, to quiet up the acoustic
A socker foot...basketballing them hoes
3 pointer mean something different, gotta learn the lango.


Thanks to Hooker for correcting these lyrics