Cory Gunz - Total (Ft. Juicy J)

Y'all

Just f*ck with my click

New York just not,

Go for my shit I'm gonna bust shots

I've been leaned down, I'll be highed up

She give me mouth, watch we ride em

I'm so drift out, I can't see shit,

But my white cup and my trees grip

Flow so dope out, I don't f*ck round

See in me bitch or just whipe down

Hot top racked on, came on cargos

I hear that drunk, emo ..know

Stack my bread right, manio ..

Horse get off mine and ride your own dick

Spray at … makes bitch I'm so f*cked up say I don't stress shit

Stroke to my block get shot to death quick

And get box, get stretch risk ..



2 x Hook:

F*ck the laws, f*ck a hater of a gun total,

Keep that Nina on my side yeah I gotta total
F*ck a nigga ass up, leave his body total

Make his ass pay the price, giving my total.



I put a ticket on your hand just for looking at me wrong

When the thing go off get quiet like a song,

By AK bare alone, I don't know what I'll be on

But if a nigga out of pocket then I gotta get em wrong

Man down, play em down, get yenisarkisozu.net the fist gonna make a sound,

A holla .. then out of time, with the foreign bitch get ..down

Eyes f*ck like Bobby Brown and I'm smoking gas but a half pound

In the street club in VIP, watching ass go up and down.

These niggas lying, sofa niggas dying

I ain't tryin' to raise the murder rape but these niggas tryin
Get em, what it mean got a glock under my sea

If you're tryin to get attention holla did you got a mean?



2 x Hook:

F*ck the laws, f*ck a hater of a gun total,

Keep that Nina on my side yeah I gotta total

F*ck a nigga ass up, leave his body total

Make his ass pay the price, giving my total.