Cory Gunz - Hot Nigga lyrics

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(Freestyle)

Yung Corey, he's sum hot nigga

They caught me with the Taurus, not the Glock, nigga

Y'all niggas too loud, FEDs watch niggas

Find me with my blazers bustin' shots nigga

Ain't nothin' open for you but the shop, nigga

We get jiggy bustin' juggs, bustin' chops, nigga

Got sum niggas doin' life, doin' shots, nigga

They be shootin' at the cops, nigga

Free TZO, free my nigga Skat

Free Fleezy-o, ya know we countin' up

And if she on the floor I'mma go in dat mouuuth

You stupid if you think you got me slippin', boi

Ask about me, I be grippin', boi

Scorin', Michael Jordan, Scotty pimpin', boi

You can keep the hoe, I'm bout this chicken, boi

AK-47 whole squadron

You be quick to gimme to the sergeant

I do this money dance and I dodge it

Then I pistol whip ya like the charges!

I feel like 100 thousand million

A product of the section 8 I'm really in

Put you on the plate, you chow now

Fresh out the box, take a towel, blow you down, pow

No pores easen, cuz he strapped now

Reez movin' P's out the trap now

I told my nigga Chowley-O I'mma turn it up

Don't need 100 niggas, just a couple real as us

Bitch, I'm a thug nigga

Razor blades, what goes in the club, nigga

If it ain't a pistol, it's a snub, nigga

Whoeva got issue, it's a dub, nigga

Drinked out and I'm ridin' out with yo bitch walkin

my haters straight to that Frank Stan

They don't gotta put my shit talkin'

Cuz that strap to go breakdance,

It's like a bad deal, I'mma rip off em

Bitch stop it, put yo face and yo bitch just like instant lock it

Got an extra shell in my fifth pocket, the seventh nigga that shit poppin'

Yung money, that shit poppin'

Yo shit drop and yo shit droppin'

No bullshit, I don't talk feelins with conners

I'm with soft killings

That last single I was on really sold 3 and a half

4 million like tick that, pop bangin' no pay that

Don't play with me! Google me! I'm hot nigga

That 9. milla stay with me

So debt that, ass bent yo diaphragm ?

Too tight for that bed napper

I'm gettin' high as that head cracker

These niggas ain't got no style, runnin' round in my old swag

That so bad, yáll throw the shit like yáll runnin' round with my whole bag

Got one thing clear, not gonna hear fuck thing doubt gonna

I am not sling mouth runnin', like shouts inna the outcomers, nigga

Thanks to Vincent for correcting these lyrics