Lyrics Korner Hot - Sha Hef

Korner Hot

Early in the morning, you yawning, I got the corner hot
Dropped a tape, and no I ain’t touring, I got the corner hot
Serving hand-to-hand out the foreign, I got the corner hot
We the only niggas that’s eating, I got the corner locked
Still trigger happy, rarest of garments, my hair nigga nappy
Fiends love me, soon as I re-up, they throw they figures at me
Midas touch, bitch I’m a goldmine, throw your figures at me
I’m just tryna kill every opp first 'fore these niggas catch me
I’m just tryna serve every junkie before these niggas snatch me
Rather shoot myself in the face before a nigga slap me
Niggas rapping, thinking it’s sweet, until the homies jack 'em
Tony Montana of rap, you niggas Toni Braxton
Double pump shotty’ll hit 'em and tear his back off
First of the month, I been fiending to get this pack off
Five for a show, until then I’ma get this crack off
Or in the projects letting Mac’s off, knockin' hats off
Take my hat off to no nigga, you not impressing me
All you sneak dissers is pussy for not addressing me
Keys open doors, crime pays, I know the recipe
Treat the drug game like Mya, it got the best of me
You ain’t even half of a faggot, you niggas less to me
Don’t care who she is, she look beautiful when she next to me
My niggas don’t play, they gon' shoot 'em, he disrespecting me
No security, just that .40, that’s what’s protecting me
All these pistols come with a beam bitch, we the glo gang
Feds run down on my niggas, we don’t say no names
I don’t wanna smoke with you niggas, I’m smoking propane
All my niggas straight out the mud, we selling cocaine
Early in the morning, you yawning, I got the corner hot
Dropped a tape, and no I ain’t touring, I got the corner hot
Serving hand-to-hand out the foreign, I got the corner hot
We the only niggas that’s eating, I got the corner locked
Drinking, I got drink in, I got drink in
Sipped out, I don’t drink beer, what you thinking
No dubs, only coloured money, that’s them Franklins
Plug threw me work, I ran off, shoulda thanked him
Hot mess, I’ma hot mess, niggas say I’m burnt
Nodding off, popped another perc, now it got me turnt
Hush passed, fresh up off his bitch, still got me hurt
Ain’t cry, was at his funeral, still sipping purp
Old heads tryna call the cops, we got the corner hot
They just tryna get it back, no, we got the corner locked
Take a pot and turn a smaller rock into a quarter block
Baking soda glass jar, mas' so the water locked
Clockwise, whip it clockwise, make sure your order locked
If you do it right enough times you could afford a drop
Plug can’t even get the work in, he got the border hot
Still posted with my niggas and we got the corner locked
Early in the morning, you yawning, I got the corner hot
Dropped a tape, and no I ain’t touring, I got the corner hot
Serving hand-to-hand out the foreign, I got the corner hot
We the only niggas that’s eating, I got the corner locked