J Jizzy and Lil Rupee and Lil Knife and Blizzy Blupes and Corbz - 5GENS

I just blew her back out she said that her coochie hurts
I just pulled her tracks out got stains up on my Gucci shirt
I am going to pull the gat out and spray it like Lil Uzi Vert
Bro say he a villain but he only on some Doofenshmirtz bitch
Pull up with that GLE
She said that she feeling me
Put her boy on a shirt got the choppa and im going beserk
Run through the alley we creep and we lurk
Like a Saudi with turbans we come from the dirt
I just popped a Percocet now my eyes look like Lil Durk
Bitch im drip
Wearing Rick
Rocking all the Prada bitch
Hit that bitch
Told her dip
She said I dont want to
They been jealous of all the racks and all the shit I got it
The choppa sing but the 762 make him holo
Rocking Louis
Rocking Ricks
Get the fuck up off my dick
Rocking Gucci I got sticks
Make a movie make a flick
Flick him down get him hurt
Setting off the amber alert
He be playing with his life he a fucking gambler
I only talk when I need to like ferb
Hop in Ferrari hop in the Urus
I hit her up and she say whats the word
Are we chilling at mine or we chilling at yours
Told her im pulling up I hit the skirt
My cup just turned to purp
Pouring up this activist the sprite looking like murk
I had to subtract a bitch I told her it aint going to work
Gucci fanny pack this aint no mother fucking purse
Margiela martian im dripping im dropping
These bodies im copping put them in a coffin
We slime them we snot them
We wheeze them we cough them
When we smoke gelato we call it gelatin
Shoot automatic the mack on the low
We do it a lot in the back of the Rolls
Two tone rollies its platinum or gold
Im clutching my heat while im toting my pole
Five generators completed
They be saying jizzy aint tuff with this shit
Yeah just cummed on your bitch
Got shooters with ammo we load up the clip
Give me five hours were going retarded and shit
Got Bentleys and beamers the moneys my fix
We aint with gangs and shit but we got a clique
Fucked on your bitch now she calling FEMA
Its a disaster she flooded the Beamer
She giving me head but Im about to leave her
Shawty speaks Spanish I call her Bonita
The choppa get hot I dont need a heater
She shaking so hard it looks like a seizure
Gun left him clueless he got amnesia
Your homie got stepped got spit on
Got a few guns in the trunk but the clips gone
Empty them out on Tyron
Post in the cut move fast like Guzman
My petal going to hit the metal
If my stepper get stepping than J Jizzy gone wreck him
Load up the Glock shoot straight for his necklace
Praying to God hope he make it to heaven
Eyes of Medusa I called her a monster
Whenever we fuck she told me go harder
Whenever she need me I act like her father
I always use rubber I dont want me no daughter
Pull up with the choppas and beats they go run
Kill you for beef in the streets where im from
Fuck with my gang we going to kill you for fun
Trying to fuck on my bitch little boy are you dumb
Boy are you dumb
Nah tell me you stupid
Hundreds in my pocket
Eating at Ruth Chris
Steaks on the gang I got shooters that shooting
Choppa an oppa stopper leaving him clueless
Dont fuck my clique Blupes got a movement
Corbz on this beat and he got this shit moving
Run up on the opps ninety in the dash
They shooting the windows they breaking the glass
Your girl leave her house with handprints on her ass
Bitch im never sober im always on grass
Smoking on weed my body got chills
She kissing my body she licking my grills
Diamonds dancing this shit cost a mil
Shoot his ass dead and put him on a film
Made a movie with his body his shawty got dropped
Dont be playing with my crew we leave your ass popped
Fifteen bodies I aint talking sexual
Already told you we dont fuck with the opps

Written by:
Mike Henchman

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