CORY

Boy, you talkin’ crazy, he don’t even matter, huh
Whip you back in shape, feel like a fuckin’ Massa
Blicky' on my bod’, she give brain graduate with masters
Do it faster, the choppa finna get me bags

Click, click
Body drop, I catch a nigga at the spot
Hold that fuckin’ rod
Don’t sip wock
All these niggas talk, they ain't off the rocks

(Brr, reh)
She wanna link
But I'm fixated on my mouse, huh
Don't care if you on timing
(I just need a bitch to come and fix my drought)

I ain't waste no time on hoes
I rather cook up a session, uh
Up on Sunday, it get scary
Finna slice you, Coryxkenshin, uh
Drill bounce got a nigga tweakin’
I might go fuck on yo’ hoe for the weekend, yeah
My flow too cold, switch the season
Move like Use' Bolt bitch I'm speeding
(bitch, I'm speeding)

Verse 2:
Woke up to these bands, it was a crazy story (crazy story)
I'm gon' hit my dance, I'm tweaking feel like Cory (feel like cory)
Yeah, my choppa on Diego
Think I'm finna do exploring, huh
I don't sip wock, I sip on that faygo
If you take drank, you boring

Could've took yo hoe, nigga
She a pick and roll, nigga
I'm like Bruce lee fuck with a kick
You finna be kissin' the floor, nigga

I'm lightning fast, feel like Izanagi (yeah)
Tiny nigga built like Benibachi
Put a nigga in a hot pot
I'm gon' slap shot bitch, like it's fuckin' hockey

You do not get no paper, got a ugly taper
Send you to you to your maker, like damn!
I'ma dip see you later, stop you fuckin' hater
Oh, you thought I'd date her? Goddamn

You fat as fuck, some old news
Need to go eat good, shop at some whole foods, yeah
She wanna link up at nobu, shorty wan' fuck I'm like
(Nah, you a 02)

Bitch, I'm finna get you gone
Finna get x'd out just like you Gon
I ain't no drill rapper but if you tapped in
I could still clap you wit my drum

(brrr)
I got too drippy, they don't wanna roll wit me (they don't wanna roll wit' me)
Too much pictures, I might knock ya boy out cold hit me, yeah
Hit me first, I'ma show you how I throw buddy (how I throw my hands)
I do a verse as long as all you niggas got money (huh, yeah)

(As long as y'all got bands)
(I'll slide, ha-ha-ha)
(Just make sure y'all hit me online)
(Buh, I ain't doin no features for 9.85)
(Why you talkin' to me? My nigga I am Zai)
(I'm out)