Lyrics Ymcmb Mmg - Cory Gunz
Stare
is
blank
when
the
trigger
face
Lil
nigga
with
a
bigger
base
Know
me
young
homie?
here's
some
money,
you
wonder
now
I'll
make
2012
with
a
number
dial
Talking
that
shit;
don't
know
who
they
rapping
with
Pause,
I
say
fuck
em
fast,
rabbit
dicks
I
turn
the
booth
to
a
maggot
pit
She
appear
when
I
wave
the
david
banner
wrist
Gettin
money,
you
niggas
seein
me
like
my
mother
home
She's
bitchin
her
dog
is
back
with
another
bone
Hollar
for
a
dollar,
to
swallow
back
I'm
booking
face,
my
network
is
social
Young
money,
cash
money,
we
coach
who
coach
you
Slow
up
them
protools
with
them
loco
vocals
What
you
know
to,
don't
do,
nigga
I'm
your
go-tos,
go-to
Plot,
once
you
try
I
approach
you
quiet
with
the
toast
too
Fire,
I
will
smoke
you
Tie,
any
man,
bear
hand
choke
you
Silence
is
what
I
go
to
Violent,
burner
in
the
safe,
burner
in
the
car,
and
the
plates,
burner
on
the
waist
Find
the
burner
and
they
solving
the
case
Murder
in
the
place,
let
is
dislove
in
his
waist
I
don't
give
a
fuck
if
your
moms
and
all
is
in
the
play
Get
your
pops,
get
popped,
nigga
pop
off
Get
a
drop,
in
the
city
chopped,
get
in
knocked
off
Glock
and
it
gettin
hot,
knock
ya
socks
off
Get
clocked,
when
it
tick,
get
tocked
off
Block
niggas,
by
the
block
when
it's
blocked
off
Swat
looking
for
the
yatch
when
is
docked
off
In
the
spot
where
niggas
plot
to
get
bopped,
pause
And
when
the
waps
stop
then
ya
top
off
Ymcmb
doublem
g,
you
know
me
Old
school
flow
like
kool
mo
dee
Coastal
flow,
I
move
low
key
Make
a
move
ot
Get
a
brick
for
the
low
95
south
get
a
chick
that
would
go
Every
36
let
the
bitch
get
an
o
I
put
it
in
the
hood
that
bitch
better
snow
In
the
middle
of
summer,
do
numbers
Niggas
better
run
from
us
that,
front
us
That
mac-10
with
a
drummer,
they
want
us
Tell
them
niggas
run
up,
get
done
up
When
that
automatic
get
clappin
like
Cory
Gunz
when
he
rapping
That
shit
be
spitting
so
fast,
and
my
niggas
we
platinum
And
I'm...
on
the
way
I'm
going
glow,
I
put
my
pressy
on
30
thou,
like
a
got
a
camero
chevy
on
I
go
loud
around
the
neck
give
em
a
heavy
one
And
niggas
sleeping
on
me,
guess
I
get
my
freddy
on
Nightmare
on
you
record
labels
I
tell
em
put
the
dirty
money
on
the
other
table
You
ever
seen
a
100
racks
off
fiend
money
That
martin
luther
king,
I
had
a
dream
money
I
can
tell
you
niggas
never
seen
money
We
sellin
white
girl,
gettin
christine
money
Aguilera,
I'm
in
the
panorama
Niggas
whisper
when
I
come
through,
I
can
barely
hear
em
I
know
these
niggas
looking,
I
can't
see
em
though
My
daddy
in
the
grave,
I
make
you
meet
em
though
They
call
me,
mister
"fuck
a
nigga"
I
don't
need
a
ho
Cause
I
got
my
paper
up,
it's
time
to
get
my
haters
up
I'm
gone!
Bitch!
I'm
gone!
Mmg
ymcmg
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