Cory Gunz - I Got Cha lyrics

[Verse 1: Cory Gunz] What you n***as know 'bout this I'm a get the spot jumpin' on some all-out sh** Making all my thug n***as wanna call out sh** Snatch ya b**h and have ya on some fall-out sh** You lil' n***as is targets Too hard to figure who triggers he dodgin' Call your sergeant, Weezy Baby cause an arson Tell the fire marshall, call the squadron Me, I'm quite alright, off from Dodgers Pack your paper, b**h I went back for your pardon I done hung with the brothers from Hollygrove come for the summer Them shotties blow, bodies go from the numbers ya hear me No sweat, to me this is easy Cause all the help, I squeeze it and please it I reps New York, young, fly Sinatra Yeah apply the hatin', I supply the docks now [Hook x2: Cory Gunz] Weezy F., you lines crack homie, I gotcha You tryna get out without a scratch homie, I gotcha Yep, and I shot ya Yep, and I wrote ya Yep, and we gotcha Yep, now it's over [Verse 2: Lil' Wayne] I tell 'em get off my dick, you n***as can't f** with me It's Lil' Wayne and company You come at me wrong, just another R.I.P. song One time equals three, Bubba Black be home Matter fact, I'm on, whoever want it, come on Come on, come on baby let's see bone tone Bootleg, ya knuckle blade come outta ya leg Have the whole block mad like you k**ed Cornbread f** the feds, and you can tell 'em what I said f** a rat, and you can smell 'em when they dead I tell it like it is We used to have to spend the whole day choppin' up and now we sell it like it is We sell it out the fridge We wrap 'em up in baby strollers, and I know a b**h with 17 kids So f** you ain't feelin' me I'm a Cash Money Millionaire literally f** y'all [Hook] [Verse 3: Cory Gunz] It's like, when them rain clouds was above You couldn't pay anybody to show a n***a love But now I'm gettin' dug by the real juvenile thugs On the Island with them toothbrushes comb'll stab slugs The roughneck types call oxes, Deuce-Deuces Don't know what the definition of truce is To lose it n***a you stupid I'm with' a movement so ruthless the O.G.'s with stripes'll feel like they got blue sh** [Lil' Wayne] Yo Stunna, and I'm f**in' with Gunna I'm hot like I'm f**in' the summer, or bun in a oven Thou who cometh shall be punished Dead, gone, run this Up in this year, ay Young Co' I had to switch my image Need to presidate the more folkers don't percentage Him and his politicians, they got sentenced Whoever in here not strapped they not with me, yeah [Hook]