Gen 3 Burna Bandz & Adb Beats (Ft. Bundog, J Neat & Why G)
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[Intro: Burna Bandz]
Yeah, uh
[Verse 1: Burna Bandz]
Crodie, he a Wassa, he prefer the Gen3
Ain't know no other way but gettin' money servin' fiends
And I can't tote that 9 if it hold less than seventeen
My bitch rock Alexander Wang, I'm rockin' Alexander McQueen
I know everything what it seems
You know salt, it look like sugar, you know ice look like VVS
Ain't no "I" in team, need them members here with me
Treat the opps just like some pussy, we gon' make 'em bleed all week
We gon' see who really street, see who really keep a heat
Catch him down bad, I'ma put that glizzy on repeat
My left wrist Cartier, my right wrist Van Cleef
I can tell she bought a bag, she got swag like me
If he's gon' come like every time, you know we got that high heat
His trap ain't really boomin', he can't afford fuck up the re'
Who really ballin' when it's sunset and dawn, we gon' see
He ain't never fucked up fifty thousand in a week
[Chorus: Burna Bandz]
Ain't too many got it out of ground like me
They try jack the sound, can't nobody sound like me
Ridin' with that tre pound, not the SIG, it's the glees
This is Gen4, cro' said he prefer the Gen3
Ain't too many got it out of ground like me
They try jack the sound, can't nobody sound like me
Ridin' with that tre pound, not the SIG, it's the glees
This is Gen4, cro' said he prefer the Gen3
Yeah, uh
[Verse 1: Burna Bandz]
Crodie, he a Wassa, he prefer the Gen3
Ain't know no other way but gettin' money servin' fiends
And I can't tote that 9 if it hold less than seventeen
My bitch rock Alexander Wang, I'm rockin' Alexander McQueen
I know everything what it seems
You know salt, it look like sugar, you know ice look like VVS
Ain't no "I" in team, need them members here with me
Treat the opps just like some pussy, we gon' make 'em bleed all week
We gon' see who really street, see who really keep a heat
Catch him down bad, I'ma put that glizzy on repeat
My left wrist Cartier, my right wrist Van Cleef
I can tell she bought a bag, she got swag like me
If he's gon' come like every time, you know we got that high heat
His trap ain't really boomin', he can't afford fuck up the re'
Who really ballin' when it's sunset and dawn, we gon' see
He ain't never fucked up fifty thousand in a week
[Chorus: Burna Bandz]
Ain't too many got it out of ground like me
They try jack the sound, can't nobody sound like me
Ridin' with that tre pound, not the SIG, it's the glees
This is Gen4, cro' said he prefer the Gen3
Ain't too many got it out of ground like me
They try jack the sound, can't nobody sound like me
Ridin' with that tre pound, not the SIG, it's the glees
This is Gen4, cro' said he prefer the Gen3
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