[Intro]
Get money
Bizzy
[Chorus]
If ni**as start something, I finish it
But I always start sh*t, call me Genesis
It ain't no competition, I’m putting it into it
These ni**as dying just 'cause of they sentences
Headshot leave 'em bleeding, period, uh
When I say sh*t, it’s like they don't be getting it
'Rona got the world lookin' like Phineas (Look, uh)
[Verse]
I always score off the backboard
Picked up a gun and I started to bag RAW
I get breesh with this mask on
I only hit once, b*tch what you attached for?
Heard they opened the backdoor
My ni**as feening to slide and go blast more
We subtract whеn they add more
They ask who got guns, but wasn't your task forcе
What the fu*k do I look like? A sell out?
We copped a pounds from Cali to mell out
We do not sit for no charge, we gon' bail out
Hit from the back and my name she gon' yell out
I just be moving smooth like whoopy woo, uh
fu*kboy, if you snooze, you lose
And it's always two guns when I’m moving through, like
I’ve been feening to get him boomed
If you die, that's the sh*t that’s gon' shake the room, like
Masked up when I make a move
It was time when your boy had to play it cool, uh
'Cause a ni**a ain't have a tool
But I’m still with the sh*ts, so don't be a fool, uh
Young ni**a just droppin' jewels
ni**as know what I do when I break the rules
Certain lines you don't cross, you gon' make the news
I might just slide, do the cha-cha
Cucaracha, bust a move, then we aiming at his matta
Send a frank, no Sinatra
Before we make it hot, just chill like culata
Boy I'm a shotta, move proper
Big guns and this sh*t go rata
I'm a savage, shoot good, should've played for the Mavericks
I was down, but a ni**a been having
Play ball, but send bullets like Madden
No capping, fu*k rapping, you know hustling really a talent
Bag it up, then I'm making it happen
She choking on dick like the cinnamon challenge
Bag it up, then I'm making it happen
She choking on dick like the cinnamon challenge, like
Ayo Rugga
Since young, you know I've been a shooter
We was spinning, no rips through your scooters
Got money, upgraded the Ubers
I got lit and fu*ked b*tches at Hooters
Still in the field moving grams of the Cuba
Might get lost on my side like Bermuda
We don't talk, we don't beef on computers, uh (At all)
b*tch I got famous with no hooks
I ain't get no looks, like
These ni**as so shook
I could tell you ain't no crook
You get brushed like an old book
You a pawn, you got no rook, uh
Your lifer could get took
And your foodie could get cooked
I do this sh*t on my own, so they hating me
Half of these rappers could never relate to me
I made a move from A to B
I done fu*ked b*tches from A to Z
I told my b*tches to shake for me
Shawty get happy and start giving face to me
These ni**as pussy, they know not to play with me
We just been trappin', but this sh*t a vacancy
[Chorus]
If ni**as start something, I finish it
But I always start sh*t, call me Genesis
It ain't no competition, I'm putting it into it
These ni**as dying just 'cause of they sentences
Headshot leave 'em bleeding, period, uh
When I say sh*t, it's like they don't be getting it
'Rona got the world lookin' like Phineas