k koke - the generals corner lyrics
[verse]
i’m a motherf+cking boss b+tch
f+ck b+tches, hit the motherf+cking off switch
like f+ck b+tches, man can never have me boxed in
i touch triggers off keys like a locksmith
run figures, run birds like an ostrich
flop with us, is you really bout this opp sh+t?
then f+ck with us, hammer bang, you can’t touch this
block spitter, got a baddie in the c+ckpit
she love hittas, tryna hide a hitta hostage
i’m stone cold like austin
rose gold, sh+t froze, wrist frosting
a box of snow is what the cost is
watch this, i’m l.i.v. like toxteth
i send bees to your wasps nest
when i’m vexed i’m a monster like loch ness
this big wap can catch man offset
no cardi, wе sparky, you drop dead
f+ck feds, f+ck you if you said f+ck kev
f+ck who? you don’t wanna bump hеads
if i bumped you, forget about that young breh
i’m from that hard knock school, hood ofsted
all they heard was bark, bark, boom when i bopped in
take man for cartoon, that’s the wrong ting
why? i pepper pigs with the long ting
no limit on the card when you master p
i go get it, i’m a boss, i know talk is cheap
no tennis when i serve, my turf’s the streets
i’ve got a bird on a bird with a bird for me
i’ve got chicken in buckets like kfc
i’m whipping up to country in an amg
i’m sipping on some bubbly like they ain’t me
these b+tches wanna f+ck me but they ain’t c
h+l+o+e, running through these hunnids like usain b
o+l+t, if you ain’t f+cking with it then oh well, leave
you know koke stay woke, i’m a well known g
a couple greenhouses, money grow on trees
i buss down, a b+tch bleed like a dog on heat
big corn turn him veg like he don’t want no beef
up early, up late like i don’t want no sleep
it’s like everybody’s sleeping, tryna wake up sheep
i chase dreams and make mills like meek
i shot two packs, now i’m feeling b.i.g
i just buss case like f+ck the c.i.d
you know k stay winning till i d+i+e
it’s a dope day dealing, tryna see my p’s
they don’t see how i’m living, they just see ig
you c.i.b., g.o.a.t. like m+arley
shots rip through him clothes cah him ed hardy
stop snitch pon di roads you likkle federally
sh+lly anytime we party
anytime i step out with the yardies
tell a boy “don’t start it”
i plug bro for my chargey
shots fire and find him like gps
i’m like khaled with the matic darg, we the best
i beat the darg so hard i had to call a vet
we don’t talk and we deffo don’t talk to feds
you ain’t a boss so you deffo can’t talk to kev
walk and live p+ssy, talk and dead
this big four+fizzy cost an arm and a leg
if i buss it and it hit him, take his arm and his leg
i ain’t f+cking with these d+ckheads, i ain’t f+cking with skets
i’m strictly bout my business, tryna f+ck up a cheque
k kizzy from the bizzy, bout to cover the bet
i stand on action, we don’t talk on the net
these p+ssies zayn malik, pillow talk in the bed
when they see us they panic, got ’em holding their breath
they know say we have it, koke rolling with skeng
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