Corona Freestyle (feat. Napalm Nyce)
Willy Mac
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Back it out Drop couple latest model like the fashion house Gotta handle on them niggas get the baskets out Finna make a movie like it's Paramount Stand it up dash it out Suits and ties caskets out Cold killings No feelings It's Cold but it's soul healing Get ya pastor Goated like I'm Kobe all my jerseys in the rafters It's fire in the pastures It's been a minute It's ironic that I'm back but a nigga still past ya I heard em but it's laughter Sware to God on that Fully loaded napalm you done got a bomb attack To the lane to rack nigga I'm lebron with that I was born in the field doing nothing but honor acts I witnessed all the TRIX now it's decoded Getting money like this MAY who wanna play cause we RELOADED I done seen it I done mastered it All these underlining circumstances not a accident Graduated from the field Now I'd rather build How you gone tell him yeild When he got Chills Haunted by them dollar bills On it like I got a will You should ask me how it feel Speeding threw pop the wheel Disappear like Copperfield None for your honor A Nigga feeling honored You niggas smoking dope I ropa dope like I'm Muhammad Rumble nigga rumble I was born in the jungle Study sun tzu What you wan do The feast in full effect Imma Savage I confess Running with them gunners ride the wave Mr west Laughing to the bank I am not joking My niggas wave the metal in this bitch like they rock rolling Back from the dead Flipping niggas on they heads Two hottie We souly Just tryna duck the feds In the cut What the f*ck Only focused on the bread Andrediit Hitting corners Just tryna get ahead Twin and two at shooting guard Bitch you cant guard em Bitchin im harden check yo armor 223 Lebron jordan My skin spalding this that karma from u nigga always frauding Me and napalm do a drill and spin that block it sound like bombings Killed my homie im in pain for real Thinking like how the f*ck we pose to make it selling cane to live I cant trust no nigga know my brother got that stainless still You cross me once u cant reset it like the sega felll And I know a nigga that caught a body pop like 80 pills stressing Baby mama pregnant He pray 5 times but still no blessings At that table baggin bundles up Fentanyl it double up Feins actin shakin like they hesi for double dutch Demons off my back Im leaning wish it's act I know my angels they be watching when i'm cleaning off this strap My momma crying hope her son awoke Her baby left the crib perced knowin his gun was tote At them apartments i watch brody twirl and whip the coke I need a mask i almost fell out when he hit the dope F*ck a bitch its to that cash I gotta get eloped Niggas starving wit them crumbs I had to get a loaf 100 Rounds dont need a scope Hope this money spread like Rudy Gobert If theres a shooting then im shooting it first Its what ya asked for Duck the task force Let the mac gloss Den lift his body off the asphalt
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Written by: Darryl Green, William Washington
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