Song Lyrics

Meth Man Cory Gunz go bang
Streetlife gotta knife, homie run your chain
Mack
Riding around the city and we do our thing
From a city that is known to do crazy things
You already I'm heavy ya'll stay in your lane
We ready stat fete still playing the game
Mack, ladies in the show singing every hook
But they're gonna get their panties took, so lets go

Aye aye
Y'all don't get the picture before we focus
Facts, look who back
Crooked like scoliosis, the take over
Take this line straight up your noses
This for my smokers
But this time I up the dosage
This my closest, to perfection
My magnum opus
The magnum smoking
I'm safe
Like when the magnum open
What y'all promoting
Sex, lies, and true religion
Now how ironic
Them jeans ain't got no true up in em, no wu up in em
No DNA won't see the day
You crash my set Lil Mama
No VMA Meth is a threat
Zero drama, I'm such a vet
No need for checking my cuts (Nooo)
Just cut the check
Who want one, You'll need Hanz and Cory's Gunz
Graffiti some, we spray cans where Cory from
I dreamed I lost in a food fight and Nore won
Kidding so it shall be written the story done


Meth Man Cory Gunz go bang
Streetlife gotta knife, homie run your chain
Mack
Riding around the city and we do our thing
From a city that is known to do crazy things
You already I'm heavy ya'll stay in your lane
We ready stat fete still playing the game
Mack, ladies in the show singing every hook
But they're gonna get their panties took, so lets go

F*ck you losers
While they fake jacks I make maneuvers
Like Method, Sticking up crews, bumping some Wu shit
I'm all seasons goose down hoodie and snorkel
Whatever, whatever you want I'll off you
I'm awful, unlawful
I ain't the one to talk too
Thats word to uncle Ghost
I'll cook your waffle
Riddle me down
I'm mentally that
Freddy the villain is here you remember me back
Felony killers or kittys
I chill and trapped in the belly
No telling me how high and they feel I be strapped
Waiting for murderers some type of burglar and chompin
And murder burglar upon us some karmas when the curb with
Turbulent, been a veteran what you still a virgin
Dangerous grounds, we stain the clowns I'm burgeon goon platoon
Some loon buffoons refurnishing, womb for tombs
Kaboom, you doomed, no surgeon you know

Meth Man Cory Gunz go bang
Streetlife gotta knife, homie run your chain
Mack
Riding around the city and we do our thing
From a city that is known to do crazy things
You already I'm heavy ya'll stay in your lane
We ready stat fete still playing the game
Mack, ladies in the show singing every hook
But they're gonna get their panties took, so lets go

You could never break me down
I'm built for this
Crown fitted for a king I'm victorious
Its survival of the fit as we are warriors
For the red, black and green vanglorious
God body cypher divine
Dangerous minds
Spontaneously combine
It's the sign of the times
All things must come to an end
I'm a ball until then
No fade away shots
I'm going hard at the rim
Might rupture my achilles heel
Chasing this hundred mill
Brake pads gone
Just lost my third wheel
On my last leg
Stay kicking like old cabbage and boiled eggs
Known to hold a grudge
Won't stop till they all dead
Eyes bloodshot red
Bottle to the head damn forgot what I just said
Eyes blood, f*ck it just on to the next one
I been around the world never forgot
Where I came from

Meth Man Cory Gunz go bang
Streetlife gotta knife, homie run your chain
Mack
Riding around the city and we do our thing
From a city that is known to do crazy things
You already I'm heavy ya'll stay in your lane
We ready stat fete still playing the game
Mack, ladies in the show singing every hook
But they're gonna get their panties took, so lets go

Charles D. Walker, Clifford Smith, Pascal Zumaque, Patrick E. Charles, Peter Pankey, Tristan Paul Mack Wilds

The duration of 50 Shots is 3:58 minutes and seconds.