Cory Gunz - CivilTV Next Up Cypher lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Twist] The South Side, the South Side, these b**hes' mouth wide Can't trust a pig, informant n***a, run the cop wired They set us up, then book me up, you crooked f** Get to the jail, tell them b**hes to look me up I'm on top of my sh**, Red Bottoms like how my shoe tastes Standin' from where I'm at, the licro is my shoe lace I chunk a deuce, pour a four all inside an eight ounce I'm faded now, finna cut a ho off like K Camp TMZ on my dick, they swear they can knock me off, sh** Harvey better chill 'fore n***as run in his office Write our own article, tell the people who caused it f*ggot tried to hide, first spot we shot is the closet Crazy mothaf**a, Mossberg in the moshpit Ever since I hit LA, I'm wildin' on my Pac sh** B.I.G., "Who Shot" sh**, or Jay on his Roc sh** "Wop Wop," "Drop It Like It's Hot," "Block Is Hot" sh** [Verse 2: Hood] Fat Fly n***a, landing on your runway Got the work coming, I'm the black Mickey Monday Snowflake fresher than the morning on a Sunday I ain't a k**er but my homie with the gun play He the typa kid go to school and k** the lunch La-dy Damn, crazy right? We the typa kids live a crazy life We get money, f** b**hes, rock crazy ice And it's Young Money Records, ho, I'm really with D'wayne In the club drunk trippin' yelling "b**h, I'm Mack Maine!" Boy's insane, top down in the rain Holding up traffic, shootin' dice in your lane n***as shot me in my back, but I'm back bro No we not a Jack boy, we done jacked bro Started sellin' crack, now a n***a sellin' crack flows Meet me in the trap, I'll be right by the back door You can get a Bow Wow, you can get a Fat Joe You can get finessed, I'm from Dallas, boy, it's natural You can get it all for a real pretty penny n***as in the hood cookin' chickens, eatin' Denny's Hoody [Verse 3: Euro] Compare me to who? Compare me to what? Compare me to them, I'm 100, I'm not like them I'm talkin', been hustlin' before I seen her Rick Ross video in that off-white Beamer I'm at the bar taking shots of nightmares with dreamers Shoot for the stars, hope the moon ain't [?] Stepped in the game and I spit that ether And I ain't leaving 'til I blow, funny, these hoes ain't either Listen, it's February, leaves enough time for me So by December, I should be a millionaire at least The least, take my word, this the year I beast And if not, y'all can k** me by New Years Eve, please [Verse 4: Flow] Rollin' blunts while I'm listening to my Jigga disc Smokin', flickin' ashes from the tip of the pyramid Dressed in black growing up, horns for my membership White kid listened to my song then he slit his wrist I have a nightmare to stop you n***as from dreaming I never read the bible, but I watch angel and demons The devil after me? Well f** it, I'm anxious to meet him But shhh, shhh, just keep it secret If I join this force would people stop hatin'? Should I rap like this to join a Roc Nation Flow cold like I'm rapping while I'm ice skating Somebody get me an apron, all of my time wasting I keep it dirty like Chucks, plus I'm a little Gothic I spit curses and spells and black nail polish I f** gypsies and witches, all of my pals' monsters Smarter than 12 doctors, sharper than nail filers Call Satan like f** it, show me how hell look I take a nun, then I f** her like a werewolf I have no heart, no soul, only these spell books You n***as' b**hes and hoes minus the girl looks I paint pictures with lyrics so y'all can see my thoughts Now follow me, in my evil voice Tweet, Young mother f**in' Money These my mother f**in' brothers, not my f**in' hubbies [Verse 5: Cory Gunz] Militia n***a, you know the name Cory Gunz, remember my pops era, the son of Dame The f** is he supposed to call it The closer the call is, the closer you going I'm claustrophobic, your swagger is (?) Mine is poison, I cough a lotus Walk New York and show this off Awesome a**ault aerobics You could 80 billion chinups, billion dips and a zillion situps I stomp you where you at, til' you (?) what it was Keep me from creeping down the strip bored Hit for it, jigsaw, clip board Then I rip your bungees at the zip cord Pardon my lip lord, can I get my (?) (?) Goons smoking (?), lining it raw Who want it with us Let me know if its beef n***a I hope you got the coco leaf or clover leaf Ain't no competing with these n***as from boogie to bang bang boogie Ain't g**n for chains, stings, cookies and brains hang Anythang Anybody looking to bring pain, maintain Anybody looking to say name, stay sane Anybody looking to play games Ain't wild or worthwhile n***a just stay tame [Verse 6: Gudda Gudda] [Verse 7: Lil Wayne] Smoke, s**, skate, shoot Boy we turnt up like breakin' news Let the kids live, baby, dude Blood all in the f**in' baby food The cradle too, shoot the dog once Turn around, tell the kids, "Stay in school" Leave out the house, neighbors peekin' out the windows Show the pistol to the neighbors and the neighbors move I don't give a f** about a n***a's caregiver I be with them n***as that'll f** their stepsister I be with them n***as that'll k** your caregiver I'll do Brazilian wax on a hair trigger Lord I think I need a hitman Tell Biggie I'm a big fan My pockets on Biggie Smalls Your pockets on stickman I just came from the gun store I spent about 10 grand Now the parents wearin' black clothes And got your homies wearin' sh** bags Think I need a hitman 'Bout to go kidnap a rich man If he don't give it up we chop him up And send his body parts to his house gift wrapped I think I need a hitman I can't trust the next man Thank Lord for my weedman But right now we're playin' phone tag I'm doin' 40 down the boulevard I told my homie he gon' take the charge He got the Tommy and I got the MAC And on your head they got a contract I thank you for my hitman And tell Pac I'm a big fan I sang "Dear Mama" to my dear mama And sang "Hit Em Up" to my daddy's b**h a** I thank you for my hitman 'Bout to go kidnap the big man As you can see I got big plans Big plans to be the big man 40 down the boulevard With my homies, they gon' take the charge Say, "It's nothin', boy I got your back" Because them other n***as copy cats I thank you for my hitman This for all my fans that been fans I'm so sorry, I'm so f**in' sorry I'm so sorry for the weight like Slim-Fast Stick MDMA up a b**h a** AT&T, a**, tongue and tit man Oh, oh sh**, man Your pockets on stickman [Verse 8: Lil Wayne] It talk like a k**er, it walk like a k**er It must be a k**er, I must be a k**er Hustlin' Priscilla straight out of the villa I got more customers shoppin' at Dillards Don't f** with these n***as, I don't know their names f** these n***as, I don't give a damn f**in' with Wayne, Talkin' to Wayne You talkin' to Wayne is like talkin' to flame 22 pop for a brick in the drought You can't buy the chicken then please chicken out Or if you snitchin' we will sniff it out You'll get found at your house, put your dick in your mouth Dope, skinny a** sweats Got a strap wear that b**h on my back I walk in the mall with that sh** on my back With my b**h hollerin' 'bout, "I want this, I want that" Ooh, mulah Like la, la, la, la, la, la Too much Cubana up in me cabana Too much white china and Columbiana That Columbiana, Zoë Saldaña f**, hollup I'll be right back, keep the lights on, baby Leave the lights on, baby Them n***as play, they'll get wiped off, baby Like Lysol, baby I pull up on a b**h weighin 138 Put a b**h n***a on First 48 f** a bad b**h in the first 24 She take off all her clothes, say she sorry for the wait Put her legs on a n***a like a hula hoop I go between her legs like we shootin' hoops I break a chicken down to some noodle soup I buy a Rolls Royce like a Subaru I buy a Rolls Royce like a Subaru, b**h [Verse 9: Lil Wayne] Wait b**h, I've been on Top of my sh**, I've been thinkin' 'bout sh** All this lean in my punch got me lickin' a mothaf**in' fist Lord please don't let my ice melt Muhf** these dog hoes But this 9 on my right leg Times get hard, n***a I could sell crack to a white egg Sell wrong to a right aide n***a it's Carter time and n***as horrified It's glorified in this b**h Prioritized and immortalized I'm on the borderline and it's thin Hold up I'm lightheaded like a kite, baby I might, maybe, get life, baby My light shady, my rice, gravy My nights daily, my life's crazy Lil Tunechi, b**h