The Generals Corner (K Koke) - Kenny Allstar, K Koke

I’m a motherfucking boss bitch

Fuck bitches, hit the motherfucking off switch

Like fuck bitches, man can never have me boxed in

I touch triggers off keys like a locksmith

Run figures, run birds like an ostrich

Flop with us, is you really bout this opp shit?

Then fuck with us, hammer bang, you can’t touch this

Block spitter, got a baddie in the cockpit

She love hittas, tryna hide a hitta hostage

I’m stone cold like Austin

Rose gold, shit froze, wrist frosting

A box of snow is what the cost is

Watch this, I’m L.I.V.

like Toxteth

I send bees to your wasps nest

When I’m vexed I’m a monster like Loch Ness

This big wap can catch man offset

No Cardi, we sparky, you drop dead

Fuck feds, fuck you if you said fuck Kev

Fuck who?

You don’t wanna bump heads

If I bumped you, forget about that young breh

I’m from that hard knock school, hood Ofsted

All they heard was bark, bark, boom when I bopped in

Take man for cartoon, that’s the wrong ting

Why?

I pepper pigs with the long ting

No limit on the card when you master P

I go get it, I’m a boss, I know talk is cheap

No tennis when I serve, my turf’s the streets

I’ve got a bird on a bird with a bird for me

I’ve got chicken in buckets like KFC

I’m whipping up to country in an AMG

I’m sipping on some bubbly like they ain’t me

These bitches wanna fuck me but they ain’t C

H-L-O-E, running through these hunnids like Usain B

O-L-T, if you ain’t fucking with it then oh well, leave

You know Koke stay woke, I’m a well known G

A couple greenhouses, money grow on trees

I buss down, a bitch bleed like a dog on heat

Big corn turn him veg like he don’t want no beef

Up early, up late like I don’t want no sleep

It’s like everybody’s sleeping, tryna wake up sheep

I chase dreams and make mills like Meek

I shot two packs, now I’m feeling B.I.G

I just buss case like fuck the C.I.D

You know K stay winning till I D-I-E

It’s a dope day dealing, tryna see my P’s

They don’t see how I’m living, they just see IG

You C.I.B., G.O.A.T.

like M-Arley

Shots rip through him clothes cah him Ed Hardy

Stop snitch pon di roads you likkle federally

Shelly anytime we party

Anytime I step out with the yardies

Tell a boy «Don't start it»

I plug bro for my chargey

Shots fire and find him like GPS

I’m like Khaled with the matic darg, we the best

I beat the darg so hard I had to call a vet

We don’t talk and we deffo don’t talk to feds

You ain’t a boss so you deffo can’t talk to Kev

Walk and live pussy, talk and dead

This big four-fizzy cost an arm and a leg

If I buss it and it hit him, take his arm and his leg

I ain’t fucking with these dickheads, I ain’t fucking with skets

I’m strictly bout my business, tryna fuck up a cheque

K Kizzy from the bizzy, bout to cover the bet

I stand on action, we don’t talk on the net

These pussies Zayn Malik, pillow talk in the bed

When they see us they panic, got 'em holding their breath

They know say we have it, Koke rolling with skeng