CORPO lyrics

[Hook]
I make him pray to the Lord
I swear to God, you wanna die by the sword? (Wait)
I be puttin’ the work with the f*ckin’ metal, till I’m sore
And the tip of the barrel is gettin’ hot, just like a torch
I have to pull up on the block, you can find me out here servin’ on the porch
Blow with your opp, if I run up, I’ma turn him into a corpse
Before it gets hot, if she on it, she go ride it like a horse
Oh my God, motherf*cker, I’ma send you to the Lord (Wait)

[Verse 1]
Don’t need more, these motherf*ckers always talkin’, can’t afford, they poor
Think they ballin’, think thеy up? But they below the floor
All this monеy in my pocket start to over-pour
And I always pull ‘em on the sight, 'cause I’m the overlord
Think you better than me? You need to practice more
Yeah, I’m the first place, you ain’t even on the board
I be always gettin' money, I’m a connoisseur
I’m always f*ckin' on your b*tch and now she kinda sore
Take your b*tch, she could find the Lord
I shoot him up when I'm outside, with the finest force
And up in my crib, is prolly where you’ll find a whore (Wait, wait)
And then you tell me up, when they be sh*t, but what you cryin' for?
Huh, what you livin' for? And what you can't afford?
All you talk about, you f*ckin’ better, what you dyin' for?
I’m blowin’ up and now I’m hotter than a fire force
I see you, comin’ at your f*ckin’ brain and what you tryin' for?
[Verse 2]
f*ck this, feelin’ that I get when a motherf*cker
Talkin’ bout that sh*t, make me sick to my stomach
Hit him with a scope, motherf*cker think they valid
But they really couldn't cope
I spend it, and get it, your b*tch have to get it
I’m in it, and in it, I’m just like a dentist
I get it, and hit it, just like Rocky did it
Forgive it, and get it, your b*tch let me hit it, uh

[Outro]
Made him pray to the Lord
I swear to God, you wanna die by the sword? (Wait)
I be puttin’ the work with that f*ckin’ metal, till I’m sore
And the tip of the barrel is gettin’ hot, just like a torch
I have to pull up on the block, you can find me out here servin’ on the porch
Blow with your opp, if I run up, I’ma turn him into a corpse