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yion - geno lyrics

[intro]
the folks you said, had written you off, maybe?
what do you say to them?
yeah, they wrote me off, i ain’t write back though
that’s the problem, i ain’t write back, let’s go!

[verse 1]
i talk about my pain, i don’t hide the struggle
know my i’m drippin now, but back then i was crying puddles
i had to make the pieces fit like a puzzle
i got a play to get us rich, we just gotta huddle
you want me to drop the price lower, you gotta cop a couple
buy her what she want, but i ain’t tryna love her
after we f+ck, she tryna lay, but i ain’t tryna cuddle
making plays fast in the field likе i’m kyle dugger
i ain’t her last n+gga
i don’t beef with n+ggas, simply, causе my bag bigger
them n+ggas in masks, they don’t talk cause they blast triggers
i speak my story on a beat, i ain’t a rap n+gga
we getting money now, b+tch, y’all the past winners
put a chicken on the stove, i make fast dinners
move the load quick, i don’t do it last minute
forgot the plug phone number, what the last digits
new whip, i drive the foreign like a crash dummy
they know i like to flex, cause i never had nothing
[chorus]
30 thou for a b, that’s a light stack
my first trip, i was smiling the whole flight back
they wrote me off but i ain’t write back
glock 23, .45, and a 9 like mike back

[verse 2]
but f+ck it n+gga
they see me scoring for the league, cause i’m a bucket getter
ima rock the baby to sleep, then ima tuck him in
she want me for the thrill, ima f+ck her then
i was sitting on the bench, they had to sub me in
if i lose what i got, who gon love me then
n+gga, send my pape
f+ck a b+tch name mia, after that i was mia
heard its beef, so i carry heat, in my state
we was thuggin in the streets, he was in the gate
i remember taking trips like a ham, now i’m in the game
brodie want a n+gga gone, i told him send a name
b+tch i’m the bread winner
n+ggas stabbed me in the back after i fed n+ggas
i know my cheese greater, i’ll shred n+ggas
i been iced up all year, it’s a rare winter
i get to cheat and she don’t, i ain’t fair n+gga

[chorus]
30 thou for a b, that’s a light stack
my first trip, i was smiling the whole flight back
they wrote me off but i ain’t write back
glock 23, .45, and a 9 like mike back

- yion lyrics

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