Cory Gunz - Hot n***a (Freestyle) lyrics

It's Gunz. Shout to my BK n***as Shmurda what up n***a? Let's get it Cory, he some hot n***a They caught me with the Taurus not the Glock n***a Yall n***as too loud feds watch n***as Find me with me blazers bussin shots n***a Ain't nothin open for you but the shop n***a We get jiggy bussin jugs bussin chops n***a Got some n***as doin life doing shop n***a They be shooting at the cops n***a Free Teezy ho, free my n***a Scat, Free fleezy yo You know we countin up when yall back out And if she on da flow Imma go in dat mouuuuuth You stupid if you think you got me slippin boy Ask about me I be grippin boy! Scorin Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen boy You could keep the ho, I'm bout this chicken boy! AK47 at your squadron. You be quick to give me to the sergeant I do the shmoney dance and I dodge itttttt Then I pistol-whip you like the chargers I feel like a hundred thousand million. A project of the section 8 I'm really in Put on the plate, you chow now. Fresh out the box, take a towel blow down, POW! No pause either cuz he strapped now. Breeze movin P's out the trap now I told my n***a Charlie “yo I'mma turn it up”. Don't need a hunnit n***as just a couple real as us b**h. I'm a thug n***a. Razors blades, with those in the club n***a If it ain't a pistol, it's a snub n***a. Whoever got a issue it's a dub n***a Drinked out and I'm ridin out wit yo b**h Walking my hater straight to that frank stand They don't gotta bump, my sh** talkin cause that strap to go break dance. Like a bad deal, I'm rip off em. b**h stop it put yo face on yo b**h chest like it's a locket Got an extra shell in my fifth pocket for the seventh n***a that sh** poppin Young Money that sh** poppin, yo sh** droppin, yo sh** floppin No bullsh**. I don't talk feelings; with kindness I make soft k**ings That last single I was on really sold 3.5, 4 milli. Like take that pop bang, no payback don't play with me. Google me, I'm hot n***a, that 9 milla stay with me So dead that, a** back. You'll die if I don't get that bread back, too tired for that bed nap, well I'm getting high as that head crack These n***as ain't got no style, running round on my old swag That's so bad, y'all throw this sh** like y'all run around with my whole bag. Got one thing clear bout Gunna, hear a f**ing thing bout Gunna. (I air nut sling mouth runnin like shots into they outcomers n***a!)