CORONA

[Intro: ANKHLEJOHN]
Lordy (Suu)
Type of shit is nothing to me now, yeah, hear me? (Tal'm 'bout Lordy)
(Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
This type of shit, hear me? Made for niggas like me 'cause I really do it (Lordy)
Huh?

[Verse: ANKHLEJOHN]
If I was you I wouldn't like me either (Not at all)
Stop me open hand, smack you, I need atleast like five reasons
Told my bitch I don't do mouth readin' (Not at all)
Crash the Honda Civic on the side of the Harlem River (Skrrt!)
My lordy do drivin' services, relived 'em, I'ma kinda proud, he makin' 'em a honest livin' (That's a fact though)
Yeah, a cold, Dr. Martens, look I'm Kevin Stock in it
We mob in it
Rеady to shoot like we goin' camera shoppin' (Bing-bing-bing-bing)
Shе sucked my dick with a Corona bottle
And I know that they don't make sense but if she got friends my homies got 'em (Yeah)
I should live on Stony Island, nigga (Trips!)
You got a lot of things goin' on that I can't compare to (Oh, huh?)
It's gettin' to the point where bein' a real man for you is like a red move (Huh?)
Drink a Clicquot out the number 2 pencil, mix it with the tongue, rain tent (Tiger ball)
This remind me of Raekwon from The Wu-Tang Clan, bingin' a text (Bing-bing-bing)
Shots through the window, coulda hit your crib with brother right in the neck (Brrt!)
We in the middle of a war, what you expect? (Dog)
We could get money or pursue death, nigga (Whatever)
I stay to myself becomin' a new flex
Solvin' my problem with shoppin', no cart but I Uber catch, she close to forty, I love cougar sex (Mwuah, sock it to me)
Yeah, smokin' out the viola, high as a kite (Huh?)
Boy got shot ridin' a bike, niggas let the choppa sing like Brian McKnight (Dadada-dadada!)
Boy trash, you ain't even kinda tight (Nah)
I don't like beef but I show up, we end these niggas like a wakanda fight (You hear? Woo!)
Bunch of obstacles symbols I ain't connected to
Not sure where my family from, dog, kinda light (Kinda light)
Sometimes I'm off the top with no time to write (Not at all, nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah)
Grand Street, walkin' [?], it's my kinda night (Huh?)
Bet a thousand on the Roy Jones versus Iron Mike (What?)
Count it twice, double up, flip your main five times more than I had in sight (Huh?)
That's called hustlin' (What? Hustlin')
But about that you know nothin' (Not at all)
Lordy

[Outro: ANKHLEJOHN]
Dadada-dadada (That bitch sing like Brian McKnight)
Dadada-dadada (MastaMind)
Vino