genesis. Lyrics

Yeah you already know what the fuck going on man

Shorty she lined me she dead

On my right he throw two in the head

Dump the mag run off back to the Benz

Ain't no pretend

Shorty she lined me she dead

On my right he throw two in the head

Dump the mag run off back to the Benz

When I hop out this whip man this ain't no pretend

Shhh,

Don't do no friends

Don't do no fans

Bust down that pack it go straight to they hands

You can catch me in the city with bands

I be making money in my sleep from my brand

Don't do no talking get to flocking

Got the beam on my hip we gon' drop him

If he talk to us wrong we gon' chalk him

We gon' leave his body in a coffin

That kid ain't on nothing

You turn a key to start I push a button

Better stay low cuz we aiming for muffins

All of my opps smoke rock so you best know I be up late whipping the oven

Turn a two to a four then I cut it

Turn a opp back to dust when I up it

And he got to running and I got to dumping

Stop all this cap in yo' rap

The switch it go rat-ta-tat-tat

If I catch one of y'all on my block and you slipping

Best know you'll be seeing my strap

I'm spinning all the courts and crescents

I'm out here hunting for a pack

He tried to up it and take all my stacks

But we shot him in the back

Shorty she lined me she dead

On my right he throw two in the head

Dump the mag run off back to the Benz

Ain't no pretend

Shorty she lined me she dead

On my right he throw two in the head

Dump the mag run off back to the Benz

When I hop out this whip man this ain't no pretend

If you just fronting

Go and drill something

Up the Glock and make someone start jumping

Turn up that track tryna hear the bass bumping

Turn that lil boy into nothing