Cory N' Mel
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Uh This rap shit get boring as hell So I gotta story to tell 'bout Corey and Mel Cory just hopped out the car with his partna lil' Tevin 'Cause he had a 40 for sale Walked to his whip with the shit in his jacket A lack of emotion, he held the shit in Got in and pulled that bitch out just to stare at his ratchet Ecstatic, he let off a grin Picked up his cell to hit up Jamel like, "Wassup, twin? Drop the pin" Mel hit him back with the addy and Cory responded with "Bet, be there in ten" Mel was there pacing but patiently waitin' Until he seen Cory Grand Am at the spot Jumped in the passenger dapped 'em up Like, "What's happenin', bruh, now expand on the plot" 'Fore I tell you 'bout this plan that I got We been tryna get our hands on some knots Everybody else juggin' gettin' to the money Is we just gon' stand here and watch? Ok my sister baby daddy getting them packs in and movin' 'em out I know how that nigga move and I know where the straps hid He keep two in the house I know you prolly thinking how we finna attack? Shit, it's a few different routes Wait 'til nobody home or rush in lay 'em flat then put the tool in his mouth Duck tape his ass, make 'em show us where the shit at Tell don't move a inch On God if that nigga flinch F*ck the talkin' I'm blowin' this bitch, yeah Old mask, new Glock (new Glock) Down to rob a nigga out his socks (run it) Nigga dizzy, busy spinning blocks (blocks) Straight gunplay, I don't box (I don't box) And it's middle fingers to the cops (cops) Itchy trigger finger for the ops (ops) Better run it if I got the drop (drop) Nigga f*ck around get popped, yeah Old mask, new Glock (new Glock) Down to rob a nigga out his socks (socks) Nigga dizzy, busy spinning blocks (blocks) Straight gunplay, I don't box (I don't box) And it's middle fingers to the cops (cops) Itchy trigger finger for the ops (ops) (uh) Better run it if I got the drop (drop) (yeah) Nigga f*ck around get popped, yeah (ay) Still trappin', so hand me my scale Getting packs and unwrapping 'em, straight out the mail Them Baby wipes cover the smell (uh) Coming straight to the spot and the vacants as well My bitch aggravating as hell (damn) Baby momma been calling and nagging a player (f*ck you, bitch) I ain't answer but text her, "What's up?" And she sent me a score 'bout Cory and Mel I read it twice in my head (uh) Almost tripped but I just text her back kinda stale I love yo' momma for real But If they try me, I'ma send yo' lil' brother to hell Thank you, I done dodged shots from some opps And some jackers attempted as well (that's right) Now it's cameras on top of the doors And four more on the post that's surveilling they area (come on) And that Drac on my lap it'll clap Know I'm strapped like I'm dressed in snowboarding apparel It ain't shit in this house but some switches The dope been distributed, the bread in the shed Think they getting in here That's what happen when broke niggas strung out on meds Plus I know what they driving, so it ain't no hiding I'll burn up that lil' Camaro (come on) They get close to this door then we upping the score Know I'm ready for war, I'm prepared (let's go) Camera 2, I see movement, they really gon' do this I'm shooting when they hit the stairs They look like they scared .30 quickly let go through the door as it came off the hinge Left 'em right where they stand, damn Breaking headline read, "Two young black men dead" Old mask, new Glock (new Glock) Down to rob a nigga out his socks (run it) Nigga dizzy, busy spinning blocks (blocks) Straight gunplay, I don't box (I don't box) And it's middle fingers to the cops (cops) Itchy trigger finger for the ops (ops) Better run it if I got the drop (drop) Nigga f*ck around get popped, yeah Old mask, new Glock (new Glock) Down to rob a nigga out his socks (socks) Nigga dizzy, busy spinning blocks (blocks) Straight gunplay, I don't box (I don't box) And it's middle fingers to the cops (cops) Itchy trigger finger for the ops (ops) Better run it if I got the drop (drop) Nigga f*ck around get popped, yeah
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