CornBreezyy Deniro - Diary

Better watch ya mouth
And watcha say ta me
I feel like J cus K, next tah Me nigga
Buss down a wood
Put sum runtz in me nigga
From the East to the West
Yea dey Fuck wit me nigga
And I be Wit dem Steppas like I’m Memo 600
And You ain taking shit
Nigga you know how we comin
This ain YSL
But you know, I keep a Gunna wit me
Get on yo ass
That’s how we thug ina G
Buss down my wrist tryna flood out A.P
My bitch she Bad...
She don’t come wit I.D’s
I stack Dat Cash
Money tall as A.D
Got dem Racks up on me
A.M.G dash hella Digit yea
Put dat bitch in sport mode, tryna get it yea
Forgiato floating like a widget yea
Started from na bottom feel like Drizzy yea
Ion see a nigga fckin wit me, dead
Niggas ain slidin' cus dey really, scared
We up Ina Streetz
Niggas still in, bed
Glok 40 on me
Turn a nigga da Shreds
Free my nigga Hood yea he still ina Feds
I just sent money tah WooWoo he fed
He use to gimme dem footballs and Xan's
I ain pay shit, he just put Em in Hand
Ike off da Perc's, he on know what I’m sayin’
If you know me, know I slide ina Van
RIP Shaq he put niggas in sand
Roogas and A.R.S his favorite weapons
Pull up onna nigga widda deadly weapon
We gone knock his shit back
See if his brain caught da message
I can teach you how ta drip
Just like a faucet nigga
Put dat Rollie on my wrist
Cus I be flossin' nigga
Put cho bitch in red bottoms
If she honest witcha
I Fck My Bitch
I talk shit when I beat ha
I don’t like fake ass
Cus Bae Ima Squeeza
I count that money
I need a machina
Draco, got a few attachments
I done put my heart into dis rappin'
I ain really into all da cappin’
I ain really into all da cappin'
Po Up some Remy Get Lit wit me nigga
I get in my feelings off Hennessey nigga
I po da Lean ta get rid of my feelings
Feelin’ inside
I put my Pain ina Iron
She pull ha Panties ta da side
She lemme get up inside
I put my heart ta da side
I put dese bullets inside
I’m tryna slideee yea
I’m tryna slide yea
I’m from na Trenches
I started wit nothin’
She look in my eyes and she cry
Go Fuck It Up Nigga
Go Run It Up Nigga
Gotta make sure my niggas dey proud
Dey see me in Fendi
I look like a Licky
Dis Glocky it’s just like Single File
Make yo bitch ass get up in line
Make yo bitch ass get up Line...
I don’t know how I’m feelin inside
2019 Took 3 a my guys yea
I ride behind tint
Gotta drum innis bitch
I swear tah god
Tear down, three story house yea (Boom)
The Police told My Og
Just sit back and listen
And let them dem just finish dey job
Boa y’all bitch ass, ain solvin no Crimes
Boa y’all bitch ass, ain solving no crimes
They on know how I’m feelin inside
I put my Pain ina Iron
She pull ha Panties ta da side
She lemme get up inside
I put my heart ta da side
I put dese bullets inside
I’m tryna slidee
I’m tryna slide

Written by:
CornBreezyy Deniro

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