bizzy banks - genesis lyrics
[intro]
get money
bizzy
[chorus]
if n+ggas 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 n+ggas 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 lit 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 n+ggas 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 f+ck 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
f+ckboy, 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 n+gga ain’t have a tool
but i’m still with the sh+ts, so don’t be a fool, uh
young n+gga just droppin’ jewels
n+ggas 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 n+gga been having
play ball, but send bullets like madden
no capping, f+ck rapping, you know hustling really a talent
bag it up, then i’m making it happen
she choking on d+ck like the cinnamon challenge
bag it up, then i’m making it happen
she choking on d+ck 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 f+cked 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 n+ggas so shook
i could tell you ain’t no crook
you get brushed like an old book
you a p+wn, 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 f+cked 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 n+ggas p+ssy, they know not to play with me
we just been trappin’, but this sh+t a vacancy
[chorus]
if n+ggas 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 n+ggas 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 lit like phineas
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