Country Dons - The Generals Corner Pt.2 lyrics

I know these niggas are stuntin'
And they ain't got money for war
So I ain't worried bout nuttin
I ain't wifin' a hoe but
I'm pipin' her tho
Lemme keep it one hundred
I feel the enemies comin'
I sleep with my Russian and
Get to the bussin'
When I get to the bussin-

Creep round, do it bait in public
Scar on his face
Like hold up wait - this
Pussy ain't tryna get justice
The gal call me up just to uck this
Fuck this I can't show her
Where my mum lives
All my bros wanna do is
Just dump it, dump it
Hit him in his back watch him frontflip
Let it blow on the opps
Leave holes like a crumpet
She blow me like a trumpet
And she a ten/ten no frontin'
She bout to feel it right in her stomach
Since I'm rapping, the gal are on it
She want slop it, and I love it
Brand new dots I'll cop it
I won't chop it when I buss it
They do it for snap they
Gon' die for some clout
Splash total wipeout
Ask the opps there's no easy way out
Tell the thots when I bust "I
Ain't eatin ' you out"
Funny how they're seein' me now
I just jeet-jeet then I'm
Skeetin' right out
They used to try leaving me out
And now they want a
Bring-in are you fuckin' around? Ayo
Are you fuckin' about?

I know these niggas are stuntin'
And they ain't got money for war
So I ain't worried bout nuttin
I ain't wifin' a hoe but
I'm pipin' her tho
Lemme keep it one hundred
I feel the enemies comin'
I sleep with my Russian and
Get to the bussin'
When I get to the bussin-

Pull up, pull up
Hop out the whip then beat it
Love I don't need it
I just jeet then skeet
I beat that once then I'm leavin'
I'm the humble one but I'll get round
There if they give man a reason
I can't switch on my team that's treason
Had to tell my bro if it's
Beef then fill up the sweets
We schemin'
It's the trap you belive in
The pack come morning
Gone by the evenin'
I don't see these dons
They hide when we seekin'
And if I eat then the whole teams eatin'
She wanna talk about cuff man
Shit they're mad
She must be dreamin'
That's dirty sprite in my hand in my cup
I'm lean - leaning
M Way trips, that's gallons of petrol
It's a bag when we step
With these buss down bezels
Hundred K just on kettles
And we started with footwork
Now it's pub work my
Jigga that's different levels
We got four litres that's German
Whips on the road
No need for the rentals
Dem boy weak, come snap like pencils

I know these niggas are stuntin'
And they ain't got money for war
So I ain't worried bout nuttin
I ain't wifin' a hoe but
I'm pipin' her tho
Lemme keep it one hundred
I feel the enemies comin'
I sleep with my Russian and
Get to the bussin'
When I get to the bussin-

They wanna know where we been
Done told you if the music don't work
I'm out here servin' to fiends
The opps don't trap
They're a bunch of thieves
Life's changing, can't even relax
I'm watched by feds, opps talk gas
When we get points on them they snitch
Now I got feds at my gaff
But true say, it's taking off
If a opp touches me I'm baking em off
Burberry drip right down to my socks
Yo come get dish, your girl is the tops
She loves that I'm wreckless
Wake her in the morning
Like "here's your breakfast"
We're still independet
VVS stones all up in my pendant
I just want meals and a house in Venice
Big man don't get jealous
Or I might take your precious, I'm a menace
Mum should'a named me Dennis
Servin' shots but I don't play tennis
Reload lookin' like Mount Everest
Yard's like a fort can't get in my premises
Put my dargies on the
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