Lyrics Cory Gunz – Total
Text:
Verse 1:
Just fuck with my clique
New York just not,
Go for my shit I’m gonna bust shots
She give me mouth, watch we ride em
I’m so tripped out, I can’t see shit,
But my white cup and my trees grip
Flow so doped out, I don’t fuck round
CNB bitch or just whipe down
Hot top red dunks, camel cargos
I hit that drunk, ammo, arsenal
Stack my bread right, mind yo own shit
Horse get off mine and ride your own dick
Spray act-iv-ist, inquire the testaments
Bitch I’m so fucked up say I don’t stress shit
Stroke to my block get shot to death quick
Get box, get stretch risk, hip-hop ain’t left it
Hook: x2
Fuck the laws, fuck a hater, I’m a guck toter
Keep that Nina on my side yeah I gotta tote er
Fuck a nigga ass up, leave his body totaled
Make his ass pay the price, give him my total.
Verse 2:
I put a ticket on your head just for looking at me wrong
When that thing go off it get quiet like a song,
My AK burning along, I don’t know what I be on
But if a nigga out a pocket then I gotta get em wrong
Man down, lay em down, get the fist gonna make a sound,
My alibi then I’m out of town, with a foreign bitch get crap and go
In the strip club in VIP, watching ass go up and down.
These niggas lying, sofa niggas dying
I ain’t tryin’ to raise the murder rape but these niggas tryin’ me
Get em, what it be? Got a glock under my seat
If you’re tryin to get attention hollow tips you got on me
Hook: x2
Fuck the laws, fuck a hater, I’m a guck toter
Keep that Nina on my side yeah I gotta tote er
Fuck a nigga ass up, leave his body totaled
Make his ass pay the price, give him my total.
Album
Cory Gunz – Cory Gunz - Datz WTF I'm Tallkin Bout
