P Yungin – Die From Corona Lyrics

 

Die From Corona Lyrics by P Yungin

 

Blow his brain up off his shoulder
Talkin all this talk
You better put his body in a toaster
Bitch im on my bout it
You know that I been rollin
Got diamonds on my neck and on my wrist
You know I’m chosen
Bitch im on my bout it
You know that I been rollin
Bitch saying to myself
I catch that boy
Ima dome him
I aint playing with you bitches
That’s on my soul
That’s on my momma
Spending all these damn checks
They got me high fuck a comma
We see that boy up In Church
Give him bullet holes right outside him

I know I’m ratchet cause my dad ain’t use a condom
Got some n**** from Jurassic leave you dead without no problem
54 shots up in his face he aint no real Don Dada
You get touched too you aint gon bleed and never know what shot him
Bitch I got my choppa in the back
That bitch gon blow your head
Saber up when we go on this mission
Got to leave him dead
And I gotta a little b up in the back he tweakin off them meds
Then I got lil kid right onside me
He the reason that they scared
Break yo bread
Break yo bed
Put it up everybody they fled
Hide the gun cuz I hear blue and red
Who want it when his dog dead
Can’t trust you at all, Fed
Big bro got diamonds all in his mouth, shit
Don’t need no attention because ya all aint shit

Blow his brain up off his shoulder
Talkin all this talk
You better put his body in a toaster
Bitch im on my bout it
You know that I been rollin
Got diamonds on my neck and on my wrist
You know I’m chosen
Leave a bullet in his head
He aint die from Corona
Bih saying to myself
If I catch that boy ima dome him
I aint playing with you bitches
That’s on my soul
That’s on my momma
Spending all these damn checks
They got me high fuck a comma
We see that boy up In Church
Give him bullet holes right outside him

Pussy boy shoot that boy until he gone
I remember beaucoup nights when I was home all alone
N***** been acting like bitches these n***** wearing all these thongs
Beat that stupid hoe all up
If she playing with my phone
Bitch you tryna swerve n****
Tell me whats the word
Pussy boy aint never been no hoe
No I’ll pull up on your curb
Do yo ass dirty with that rod
Im tryna pull up like a purse
Smoking all this weed
And I sit back
And them youngings they gon swerve

Blow his brain up off his shoulder
Talkin all this talk
You better put his body in a toaster
Bitch im on my bout it
You know that I been rollin
Got diamonds on my neck and on my wrist
You know I’m chosen
Leave a bullet in his head
He aint die from Corona
Bih saying to myself
If I catch that boy ima dome him
I aint playing with you bitches
That’s on my soul
That’s on my momma
Spending all these damn checks
They got me high fuck a comma
We see that boy up In Church
Give him bullet holes right outside him