[Intro]
Genie, you killed this
[Verse 1]
Two thirty clips together, fuck with Tay, he rollin' sixty
Paint the Hellcat red, got mad love for the Billings
Problem that I'm too real, everybody ain't me
Soon or later I be running this shit, I'm ready that
Thousand for the head, if it come with the pussy, I want 'em both
Bitch, don't ask my age, just take the cash, I ain't got time for playin'
What you want, a purse? You acting still, is you gon' fuck or not?
Ear to eye, I got expensive taste, bae, let me dine in
Let me slide in
Monеy ain't a issue, I'm in my bag
Put it in their face, show thеm they ain't the only ones getting paid
Throw me in a cage, full of lions, bet, I come out of Eight
[Chorus]
Paranoid ain't the word, you know that feeling when you see that bird
Dyin' 'bout this shit, front line with them sticks, love spinnin'
Gang wars never last, gang unit come running fast
12 behind us, bust a left, throw it in track, eat up the streets
.762 in his neck, by my respect, I'm at yo' neck
I ain't the type to tweet, drop the addy, fuck nigga, we can meet
All these sticks fully, drop a hundred in seconds, blowin' heat
You ain't caught a body, you can't slide, you gon' freeze on the drill
My gang full of smackers, standing on murder, we love drillin'
Heard they looking for him, I'm in the city, youngins come through trillin'
Genie, you killed this
[Verse 1]
Two thirty clips together, fuck with Tay, he rollin' sixty
Paint the Hellcat red, got mad love for the Billings
Problem that I'm too real, everybody ain't me
Soon or later I be running this shit, I'm ready that
Thousand for the head, if it come with the pussy, I want 'em both
Bitch, don't ask my age, just take the cash, I ain't got time for playin'
What you want, a purse? You acting still, is you gon' fuck or not?
Ear to eye, I got expensive taste, bae, let me dine in
Let me slide in
Monеy ain't a issue, I'm in my bag
Put it in their face, show thеm they ain't the only ones getting paid
Throw me in a cage, full of lions, bet, I come out of Eight
[Chorus]
Paranoid ain't the word, you know that feeling when you see that bird
Dyin' 'bout this shit, front line with them sticks, love spinnin'
Gang wars never last, gang unit come running fast
12 behind us, bust a left, throw it in track, eat up the streets
.762 in his neck, by my respect, I'm at yo' neck
I ain't the type to tweet, drop the addy, fuck nigga, we can meet
All these sticks fully, drop a hundred in seconds, blowin' heat
You ain't caught a body, you can't slide, you gon' freeze on the drill
My gang full of smackers, standing on murder, we love drillin'
Heard they looking for him, I'm in the city, youngins come through trillin'
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