N.D.K Dre - New Gen

Yo
Yo, Pierre., you wanna come out here
Too many racks been coming in Now she mad she cant get in
I was down bad all I did was pray pray pray just to win
Know my shorty gripping glock 40s this the new fucking gen
Too geeked up ain't touching pens
too geeked up ain't touching cigs
These boys really be undercover pigs how fast can you run if I lift the stick.
All I really wanted for Christmas was a holster for my blick, and a bad bitch to suck my dick
Better run these chos up, fuck you mean
I've been chilling with the gang, but late at night I need my bitch, told lil' shorty
We locked in, but if you fuck me over, better think again, I've been geeking out again
Them racks, so I'm chasing them again
No, I ain't chasing' me, no bitch them racks, that's all I ever need
Hop on the track, can't fuck with me, gone fuck then I'm pullin' her tracks again, pull that
Glock right out my pocket, he be running track again, over here I'm playing defense, playing good defense
Too many racks been coming in, now she mad she can't get in, I was down bad, all I did
Was pray, pray, pray, just to win, know my shorty gripping' Glock 40's, this the new
Fuckin' gen, two geeked up, ain't smokin' pens, two geeked up, ain't touchin' cigs
Dese boys really be undercover, pigs how, fast can you run if he lift the stick
All I really wanted for Christmas was a holster for my blick, and a bad bitch to suck my
Dick
Better run these choos up, fuck you mean
Better run these choos up, fuck you mean

Written by:
Andre Tomlinson

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