Hitman Tiga - Corn lyrics

[Intro Sample] Here, everything is regulated by machines You'll find that things are very different here [Chorus] Round here, man ah get corn, it's not a fist fight ting Fam, everyting dead when I see man Take man out on a boat and left man dead in the see, man That p**yhole's still breathing? Hold more lead if you're He-Man Round here, man ah get corn, man can't talk to the youngers These youts chef cuh they're hungry Man get left in the dirt for peanuts, less than a monkey Man get served up quick, get wrapped, get left on the concrete [Verse 1] Corn, any MC in your circle Man ah move dread like Murkle Shellshock an MC quick, mek a soundboy hide like a turtle Swerve all over the set, quick spin an MC like a whirlpool Corn all over your set, yeah, bang, bang, kweff and all that stuff I smell, I smell p**y, p**yhole, why do you act up? Corn all over the DJ, corn all over the hype man Corn all over the dancers, corn all over the mic man [Chorus] Round here, man ah get corn, it's not a fist fight ting Fam, everyting dead when I see man Take man out on a boat and left man dead in the see, man That p**yhole's still breathing? Hold more lead if you're He-Man Round here, man ah get corn, man can't talk to the youngers These youts chef cuh they're hungry Man get left in the dirt for peanuts, less than a monkey Man get served up quick, get wrapped, get left on the concrete [Verse 2] That's my darg and my kweffer I get money with my hitter I be opping, I be opping I be shooting, they be dropping Smoky, smoky, I ain't coughing I get high like Mary Poppins Bullets fly like Mary Poppins Leaving a boy in a coffin I ain't lacking, I ain't lacking I be packing, I be packing I be stacking, I be stacking R2, R2, double tap him Clappy, clappy, I be clapping Sight a pagan, let him have it Ain't no talking, I'mma bag him Opp all on him like a savage Corn, wap, wap, wap and I'm gone Round here nuttin' ain't long Round here, repertoire sh** Round here, everyone hits Round here, gyal have got chat Round here, man have got straps Opp boy lack and get wapped Top boy sh** in these flats Round here, man ah do Wraith Lurky, nuttin' ain't safe Buck, buck in a man's face Open up a man's safe Boom, boom in a man's face Boydem shut a man's case [Chorus] Round here, man ah get corn, it's not a fist fight ting Fam, everyting dead when I see man Take man out on a boat and left man dead in the see, man That p**yhole's still breathing? Hold more lead if you're He-Man Round here, man ah get corn, man can't talk to the youngers These youts chef cuh they're hungry Man get left in the dirt for peanuts, less than a monkey Man get served up quick, get wrapped, get left on the concrete [Verse 3] That's my darg and my kweffer I get money with my hitter n***as broke, n***as bitter b**h about it on their Twitter They don't @ me with their chatter I'll come at them with the @-er Fully-loaded with the data I'll leave claret on a matter Splashy, splashy, I get splashing Cashy, cashy, get the cash in Wrap the bando where you're trapping Tan a pagan, that's a wapping Macaulay Culkin with the weapon Gun jack man without the Tekken Shooters kweffing, youts are cheffing It's them London streets we're repping [Outro] Corn