Big Max - Genesis (feat. Yung Retro)
Retro Retro RetroI keep me a dime can't fuck wit no pennies
Come through with a butcher I'm feeling like Benny
My niggas got weight so none of em skinny
Reckless and young but no I aint stupid
Don't fuck with love I'm shootin that Cupid
Hottest young nigga you know it I do it
No other nigga could fuck with my music
Wait
Don't get ahead of yourself
I drop fire on tracks and I'm making it melt
Get better with time and no I can't help it
I stay on my grind I know that you felt it
Tryna play me you finna get dealt with
Get you out the way I'm making it fast
Built like a titan I'm ready to clash
Hit for the drama I get on your ass
Put on that watch
Hit my soul different
I haven't talked to my pops in a minute
You think I'm hot now man just wait till I'm finished
I got ones that's bloods and I got ones that's cripping
Got boys in Alaska that's gripping and ripping
We stay pushing pack and we making this living
Like I'm packing lips I just got to stay spitting
I still got that '88 shit I been whipping
I'm skipping stones got packages shipping
Pack on the way and a jit finna flip it
I run it like Bolt and I'm balling like Pippen
I can't stop now I just got used to winning
Why do she want me it's cause my neck dripping
I got two cups so you know I been sipping
All these fake bitches turned me to a cynic
All these mixed signals you bitches be cryptic
Walk in the spot and I light up a backy
Bitches be fake all these bitches be tacky
She put her ass in the sky and I tapped it
She put my dick in her mouth and she trapped it
I keep a pole you should know I stay strapped
I want a Bentley I ride in the back
Bitches be driving I'm smoking on gas
Fuck a bitch you know I'm married to racks
You know I be smoking until I go blind
Finna give that lil hoe pole from behind
She walk in the party see me and smile
She all over me she won't leave for a while
I walk in the party she save me a seat
That lil bitch just want her booty cheeks beat
She fiending for nut that lil bitch is a freak
She take me to dinner we fuck on the beach
Hit it from the back gave her pole from a distance
Slap like beast and my stroke game malicious
She eat my shit up like my dick is delicious
Pussy high school physics don't got no resistance
Don't trust a bitch
Hoes be suspicious
But still give her dick like that shit is nutritious
Stay rolling dutchess my gun game is vicious
I'm calling these shots my position judicious
Taking these bitches and fucking these mothers
Hit it with lights on on top of the covers
All of my bitches know that they just lovers
Hit that bitch raw I do not fuck with rubbers
She give me her soul I give it right back
I don't trust you you can't come in the trap
Got a few crispy hundreds and that's facts
Put his ass down and I dipped and that's that
Written by:
Big Max, Robert Thornton
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