Corner Boy P - Kingpin Ft. Fiend lyrics

rate me

Man these hos think I’m rich

Niggas think I got bricks

Probably cause I’m still on, ain't touch since 06 nigga

Ridin' round with my bitch, might be your wife

Yeah I know my chain icy but nigga it ain’t worth your life

So think twice before you reach for that

Cause my lil hitters tweak for that

Can't never find a lighter bitch I always know where my burner at

I be where that money at, posted up where them thangs fly

Ask them niggas, no lie,

Real nigga east side middle finger out the sun roof

You bitch made it, so salute

Outside KKK, inside Piru

Keep stressing, life’s a bitch

I’m like damn she fucking you too

That money bet not be late

Come fuck round if you want to

Family viewin' that ass and I ain’t talking bout on youtube

Walking out the jeweler niggas swear my plug Lulu

They think I just went koo koo, foreign when I swoop through

Goldie in Hawaii, macking bitch I’m Honolulu

Bands nigga I be blowing em like I play the tuba

Burn a onion everyday till they free my nigga Ruger

My cousin caught a nickle 'fore he left gave me his ruger

Popping at your abblegado, slug crack your medulla

Bitch I’m getting too large, think I ordered 2 cars

Pop so many bottles hoe I could have open 2 clubs

I show these niggas no love, flexing when I pull up

Grants and Franklins when I’m peelin', 20's still stack to the ceiling

Got a soda I’ma sill it, will well rim it

Can't fit cut all the fenders, candy paint is super ignant

She fucking me cause I’m the illest

Ask ya neighbors how I kill it

Erry day I’m on some G shit and ain’t a nigga fucking with me nigga

Kingpin affiliated, bowling ball size bullets

If your flight is a nicer price, then go on book it

Dirty money in garbage bags don’t know where I put it

So we put it and pot it, we learn how to cook it

Get money mania, might of sold a verse sold some weed, sold some cane to ya

Chevy USA, brawd from Lithuania, dirty AK with the bezel,

Playin the hustle, since 95, work sent through the mail, gotta change it up

Couple hunned thous dollars ain’t enough

Spending that at the jeweler, on the motherfucking manure

Before they shackle down, they gonn have to get me off the battleground

100 round magazine, on the scene, 100 rounds

I was muscle for the music, bumpin it before I used it

Silencer on the barrel, to quiet up the acoustic

A socker foot...basketballing them hoes

3 pointer mean something different, gotta learn the lango.

Thanks to Hooker for correcting these lyrics