Cory Gunz - Total Lyrics (Ft. Juicy J)

Juicy J links up with Cory Gunz for this single off the 'Datz WTF Im Talkin Bout' Mixtape.

Total Lyrics by Cory Gunz 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 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.