WYFL — Cory Gunz: letras e videoclipes das músicas e shows

WYFL

Hip-Hop/Rap2026

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WYFL foi lançado em 2 de outubro de 2026 por Militia Entertainment como parte do álbum 96 Era

Álbum96 Era

2 de outubro de 2026

SeloMilitia Entertainment

IdiomaEnglish

BPM100

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Acusticidade

Valence

Dançabilidade

Energia

RESUMO

LETRA

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Letra

Yeah... Gunz!

Militia!

Heard the voice or the face, made the choice

Young Money

BX!... Yeah

Hop the pistol, got the issue? I squash it with the chopper with you

Shotta pon your block and wash it with you

Guide it with me. Case you thought I come for romping with you

Hop the semi. Smiffy jumpy, sluggy stompin with you. (??)

Fire lava. My revolver, sayonara

Bye tomorrow. I'll put you **** in a line of Grabba

Nice and hotta. Got the ranks, they say I'm the Shabba

I'm a mobba. Who the don, they say I'm the dada

Keep it squeaky. Sim simma, no beep in the Bimmer jeep, we sneaky

Put the Nina with Chiquita, she get freaky freaky

If it's smoke, you know she likes it sticky icky

I'll let the blicky hicky make you do the Ricky, Ricky

If you wanna play, with your chick I let it lalalala atta boom shi-laay/daay

Pepper seed him with the pump, left him spun the other way

I don't know another way. I just know the dutty way

I'm easily, legally deemed to be the Psychotic kind

A stray to your brain is the only way for a shot at mind/mine

Crafty the 'matics will make him lay if I'm not inclined

And you bait me, then they'll be fishing you out. Bottom line

I'm kinda kind. Chemical balance is not aligned

Whatever design of the boxer I got to prop upon

It's all in the sport. You hit the floor, soccer time

I'm from where they pop a nine on your block is the copper mine

Locking eyes. Till it change when they're compromised

Soon as they caught him with a couple nickels, he dropped a dime

Got a flat 'fore he rode his way to the dotted line

Somehow I find it ironic they said it was not in time

Ballin, if not a rhyme we was taught all we got is crime

It ain't no easy walk. We crawl and learn how to climb

Heat is for greasy talk. The Nina just gotta shine

Proceed to dealing with death, you leaving without a sign

All of my **** is steady shooters

Only way they be pointing fingers is if they're Freddy Krueger

Trained to put the work out. Personal, they was heavy movers

First time I aired, I was telling my **** "let me do this."

I was a kid, I don't know what led me to this way of thinking

Only blood and some money will get me through this

Wish I finished school, could have been a student to fix computers

Switches lifted rulers that tutored bitches to pit maneuvers

Have him hooked to a tank, looking like he's finna scuba

Have the smoke blow through his face, like he's hitting hookah

If we ain't keeping it music, the shotty's the producer

For thinking shit was a movie, your body was the blooper

Watch what you say to Lil Peter

I'll give you metal when you stand, like I'm paying the meter

I'll put cabbage right on your patch; obey the procedure

They would have thought the bullets was bread, how they lay in your Caesar

Written by: Peter Cory Pankey, Jr.

Rodapé do Shazam

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