Cordae | LA Leakers Freestyle #188

Lyrics

Part I: "Oh Boy" by Cam'Ron [Verse 1] All the girls see the (Boy), look at his kicks (Boy) Look at his car (Boy), all I say is (Oh, boy) Look, mami, I'm so hood, I'm no good for you, for real Ayy, they say times is hella rough You ain't make it 'cause you ain't fell enough Ain't been low enough, shit, they know I drop the coldest stuff Word to Barry Bonds, you got no hits 'cause you ain't dope enough I'll never forget the people showin' love when I was broke as fuck Flow like Murda Mase, got your back like a vertebrae I learned from Ye, I don't give a fuck 'bout what I heard him say Million's what I earned today, shawty, get you a perm today Fuck her and thеn I terminate, bitches buggin', еxterminate It's bad news, gang-affiliated tattoos The stakes is high like wagyu, but shit, who asked you? Top down in a Jag' coupe, them boys really from the concrete They'll make your wig split like a rap group The Crossroads is out, ooh, shameless promotion I give this game my devotion and if I ain't be the dopest What typa 'cane is you smokin'? Remove the pain and emotion I'm with your [?] in the ocean, I can't complain', I'm just coastin' Nigga, hi-level what I'm reppin' forever Health inspector, how I'm checkin' this cheddar I lived on MLK Drive where you won't catch a Coretta But you'll catch a Baretta, I never will let up We in this together, money, power, super colossal So much effort in my verses, I stay true to the gospel Rap nigga gassed up, but I'll turn you to a fossil Them young niggas youthful and hostile You putrid and docile, you're music is awful Your crib old, could use a remodel Crashing out like alcoholics straight up using a bottle I'm not neutral, I'm shallow, hop in a coupe, go to Cabo [?] used to a brothel, think you sick? Then I'm nukin' a hospital Bitch, I'll do the impossible, pop a roofie, then off we go I can't help that I'm awfully dope, but you a ho nigga Lame-ass broke nigga, bro moves birds like Edgar Allan Poe, nigga Lamar Jackson how I'm throwed nigga Crib down payments is what I'm makin' off a show, nigga So just go, nigga, just go, nigga Part II: "TGIF" by GloRilla [Verse 2] Ayy, uh, the girls rappin' better than you niggas is For real, ayy, don't believe how big it is Uh, all my businesses is legitimate (They really is though), ayy, look First off, I'm a rich nigga with a big ass house that's on seven acres Got a few opp's, but I can never hate ya Fuck I look like responding to speculators? Money trees grow a branch like a legislative Keep a dawg like Nate, regulate ya In the crib, chillin', got hella paper, four stories, need a elevator Garbage rappers, time to finish 'em They get away with murder, George Zimmerman And these rappers be actin' too feminine Shoutout to GloRilla, most of these rappers you idolise' ho niggas Grew up, we looked up to dope dealers They'll get you wrapped for like motherfuckin' four figures And we takin' over the whole winter My new bitch ball like the Dalai Lama But I give her good wood like I'm Hashirama All my niggas be stackin' and countin' commas But don't get it confused, we still with the drama Spanish bitch put my dick in her empanada And my Amex the same color as Obama Eighty-five bricks like Chad Johnson Then give it away, keep a good conscious Okay, I like all my bitches raunchy, they wear Givenchy That good dope, then keep the white girl just like I'm Bronny My nigga, push and stand with that Ye like he [?] That shit beyond me, but guarantee I keep a dime piece Okay, we just be chasin' them racks, tryna catch me a bag So my daughter won't lack, okay Media try to attack, tryna hold niggas back 'Cause we young and we Black, okay Fresh up off of a sack, put the team on my back I don't need no advance, okay Fear a nigga slime, he ain't do no crime That's a twin like Cody and Zack, okay, uh She gon' let me fuck, ayy, best believe it's up, ayy All my homies single, uh, but keep a double cup, ayy Swear that she can't stomach me, but I'm all in her guts I can't stand these niggas like David Duke I came to spread the truths amongst the lies I can talk all day about Bottega shoes or just the brand new coupes in my garage I'd rather keep it real about the shit I feel You cannot shut me up, I beat the odds They tried to blackball me, 'cause I talk too much I feel like Kyrie Irving on his grind Back and I'm better, not lackin' no cheddar You're little vendetta ain't stoppin' me never Paid all my debts and I paid all my taxes My daughter relaxin', that shit give me pleasure Now twenty-seven my uncle just did twenty-seven They freed him like Nelson Mandela [?] came home and he just did seven But now he be steppin' in Maison Margiela Ayy, another freestyle off the dome, nigga, who can rock with me? I can spit a hundred bars, nigga, keep it sixteen, no Josh Giddey A young nigga just did it big 'cause he clipped a nigga like Lob City I'm the motherfuckin' hottest nigga out of DMV since Shy Glizzy Everyday I drive a Maybach, but on the weekend, I drive a 550 This is off the fuckin' dome, nigga, let's uh go home now I got a flight to catch in like thirty minutes All my niggas, we-we can get it All my niggas, off the leakers, Justin Incredible off the speakers Let's get it