Who want static
I'm too turnt and active
Boy my killers off an eighth of wok, I'm cooling with my pistol
I ain't speak on instagram about how your homie wasn't with us
So I suggest you don't say names, we don't respond back to no mentions
Heard what's his name fought for his life and lost it all doing all that dissing
Thought it was cool to go clique up and got back doored by one of his hitters
Hoe said she in love with me, then get a drop on where they living
I ran through twenty on rodeo with them scammers and drug dealers
We ain't recruiting doing sign ups, me and grease out chasing millions
F*ck getting back bitch we get over, and shot everywhere they was chilling
Round of applause that F & N clip done left him finished
My little shooter known for boxing niggas in and getting wicked
F*ck a beat I'm with the action like I'm supposed to be
Bitch I dropped the mask and stared them down just so they know it's me
Warning shot
Made him think and speak his dying piece
I'm reloaded counting pocket change from right up off the sheets
Let it sing
On my life, I'm in my bucket dropping hits for fun now
Made a lap secure this bag, we on the clock to rundown
Bitch I'm my mama son I'm with the shit too late to pop out
We on the way, don't say a word, just know we out til sundown
Dirty macking through this tint this whip about a day old
Boxing niggas, roll a monkey tail I'm new to pesos
From out the dirt I start the brick and built the blicks from legos
With no prescription looking past a tag and spent some play doh
CoreyLTE - The Finale (feat. YungLiV & Intensify) Lyrics
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English
Who want static
I'm too turnt and active
Boy my killers off an eighth of wok, I'm cooling with my pistol
I ain't speak on instagram about how your homie wasn't with us
So I suggest you don't say names, we don't respond back to no mentions
Heard what's his name fought for his life and lost it all doing all that dissing
Thought it was cool to go clique up and got back doored by one of his hitters
Hoe said she in love with me, then get a drop on where they living
I ran through twenty on rodeo with them scammers and drug dealers
We ain't recruiting doing sign ups, me and grease out chasing millions
F*ck getting back bitch we get over, and shot everywhere they was chilling
Round of applause that F & N clip done left him finished
My little shooter known for boxing niggas in and getting wicked
F*ck a beat I'm with the action like I'm supposed to be
Bitch I dropped the mask and stared them down just so they know it's me
Warning shot
Made him think and speak his dying piece
I'm reloaded counting pocket change from right up off the sheets
Let it sing
On my life, I'm in my bucket dropping hits for fun now
Made a lap secure this bag, we on the clock to rundown
Bitch I'm my mama son I'm with the shit too late to pop out
We on the way, don't say a word, just know we out til sundown
Dirty macking through this tint this whip about a day old
Boxing niggas, roll a monkey tail I'm new to pesos
From out the dirt I start the brick and built the blicks from legos
With no prescription looking past a tag and spent some play doh
I'm too turnt and active
Boy my killers off an eighth of wok, I'm cooling with my pistol
I ain't speak on instagram about how your homie wasn't with us
So I suggest you don't say names, we don't respond back to no mentions
Heard what's his name fought for his life and lost it all doing all that dissing
Thought it was cool to go clique up and got back doored by one of his hitters
Hoe said she in love with me, then get a drop on where they living
I ran through twenty on rodeo with them scammers and drug dealers
We ain't recruiting doing sign ups, me and grease out chasing millions
F*ck getting back bitch we get over, and shot everywhere they was chilling
Round of applause that F & N clip done left him finished
My little shooter known for boxing niggas in and getting wicked
F*ck a beat I'm with the action like I'm supposed to be
Bitch I dropped the mask and stared them down just so they know it's me
Warning shot
Made him think and speak his dying piece
I'm reloaded counting pocket change from right up off the sheets
Let it sing
On my life, I'm in my bucket dropping hits for fun now
Made a lap secure this bag, we on the clock to rundown
Bitch I'm my mama son I'm with the shit too late to pop out
We on the way, don't say a word, just know we out til sundown
Dirty macking through this tint this whip about a day old
Boxing niggas, roll a monkey tail I'm new to pesos
From out the dirt I start the brick and built the blicks from legos
With no prescription looking past a tag and spent some play doh
Writer: Corey McKinney
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid