Oklaney - Corny (feat. Coreythlayer)

Got a weapon on me with a heat sense
I watch how they move and my feet switch
Laced weed had me in a coma
You can tell I haven't been asleep since
Don't disrespect me I'll grab his face
Cover his mouth with the maskin' tape
Lock the back door don't get jacked today
8 floors architect stacked the place
Jeans gotta lil stain on em'
I gave up tryna wash em' out
Knock his motherfuckin' jaw loose
That'll teach niggas I don't talk shit out
Niggas swagger-jacking everything
I used to be on that but now I'm off it now
Started smoking more and now I'm coughing now
Hope the reaper puts me in a coffin now
I puff it then pass
I'm hittin' the gas
Speeding down the highway I'm going fast
Switching lane to lane I hope I don't crash
Like a time machine forget bout my past
I'm ready to go fuck who going with me
There's no time to wait there's no patience within me
I'm sick of these oops who just steady pretending
I'm standing ten toes while some of yours are missing
If I shoot there's no missing
Like you when you pissing
Why you got no aim and walk with a pistol
It's time for dismissal
You soft like a bristle
If you wanna get through me then answer my riddle
How you wanna fuck with me with no passion
No desire for me but for my fashion
I'm dressin' how I want they call me a classic
And if he do me dirty I might have to trash him
Sometimes I don't care
Sometimes I don't know
And when it comes to life I'm stuck feeling both
I'm tryna say fuck it and just have some fun
But if I say fuck it I'll do something dumb
Like take off with Corey now we on the run
Caught a body and this ain't our first one
But hell we just riding with music we vibin'
I turn on a beat and we get to freestyling
On acid we childish we cannot stop smiling
Laughing hella hard we might end up crying
Time feels like it's flying, and there's no denying
That one day we all of us are gon end up dying
Spot me out the crowd I'm doing my thang
I walk up on ya now you ask for my name
Hi it's nice to meet ya my names oklaney
I'll give you my number you could call me maybe
Take off with my gang we leaving the city
I'm with my bitches and we all sittin' pretty
Afterparty at my house we gettin' litty
If I'm rolling up all my girls smoking with me
Well tell me bout ya baby know I'm not basic
I'm bout to tell you all the dreams that I'm chasin'
I got my own style my mind is creative
They say time cost money so please do not waste it
No time for relations don't trust shit you sayin'
I'm not a game so with me there is no playin'
Show me something different small world that we live in
Hell we been neighbors since we both were just children
I'm in his crib chilling look up at the ceiling
When he walks inside the room he looks like a villain
We act like we evil but genuine people
Who knew two different feelings could become equal
Yeah that's my bro
You already know
Makin hella moves we all finna blow
Know he got my back our bond will not crack
I take him with me to take care of our toes
Get high and I'm stuck saying what
Lost my train of thought I don't give a fuck
Hand me the backwood I start rollin' up
Yeah we still smokin' we not high enough
Weed on deck and I'm not talking porch
Hand me the lighter that shit is a torch
Wanna be like my mama she ride in a Porsche
I used to play soccer now I say fuck sports
But hell I'm still ballin'
My money is callin'
If I make it to the top no way that I'm fallin'
Got no time for stallin'
We beefin' I'm maulin'
I might beat yo ass like we playing Brawlhalla
I made ya bitch holla
Didn't pay her a dolla
I'm never paying bitch I keep all my gualla
On my team I'm top shotta
Like NLE Choppa
No love entertainment my heart in a locker

Written by:
Corey Snipes, Laney Iverson

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