DJ Burn One - Corner Street lyrics

{Hook: Bradley} Twistin' cigarillos, gotta smoke one out the window I might lean a bit, when I turn the whip And then throw the wheel, with no signal B-b-boss it up, when you speakin' up And I'll let you blow off that endo See I'm ridin' round, on that corner street Got me noddin' off from those benzos, ugh {Verse 1: Bradley} Get smoked out in my elevator I'm B-Kell, I get hella paper Phone blowin' up, from these stupid hoes And I told you once, that I'd smell ya later My profit margin, my calculator I'm gettin' cake with no navigator Get smoked out, in my Swedish b**h I got purple trees in my rolling papers Say best believe that I'm 10 toes in it Route to rappin', you know im with it I cop an ounce from that dreidleboy Within the hour, you know I flip it Oh this ya ho, and you want this back? She s**in' D, but that a** too fat Took 30 tweets, and more twitter tags Just for me, to finally hit the dumb b**h back Now goddamn it's yo pusha man Shout Chance the man, in Chicago land That A$AP and his spitta clan He done turned the Harlem, to Flacko land Don't worry now, cause I save that money Chano taught me 'bout codeine honey I lean the square, for my f**in' rhombus I light her up, and that's way too yummy That rumble tumble all in my tummy Smoke some tree, and i won't feel crummy This kids a b**h, he just puked a bit If you wanna whine, then go cry to ya mummy, agh! {Hook x2} {Verse 2: Bradley} I'm flippin' deals, and this sh** for real I got kiddies fiending, my purple k** I keep a hand and 2 fingers, up on the wheel Gotta pack in the back, and Frank on the bill That's why I'm sippin up the liquor and I kinda feel Everybody's in a deep sleep, and I been on the come up Ya sleepin' in the sheets, and I'm keepin it a hunna See I be takin' first place, and you be takin' run up Got dusty little pockets while I'm stackin' up the money I said that sh** too funny You booting; out the window with the weakest little tummy And a dirty little shirt that got you lookin' kinda scummy, ha! Yeah, I said I'm so damn high I always chuck the deuce up, when I cruise by Goin' southbound, takin' control of 95 Swervin' in and out of lanes, as I'm wavin', bye bye On a tight sched, don't you be wastin' my time Gotta crazy a** flow, spitta straight from sci-fi Do you hear this sh**? Do you hear this new guy? And I'm finna bounce out, got you thinkin', my my, ha {Hook x2}