Genesis lyrics

[Intro]
Get money
Bizzy

[Chorus]
If n*ggas start somethin', I finish it
But I always start sh*t, call me Genesis
It ain’t no competition, I'm puttin' it into it
These n*ggas dyin’ just 'cause of they sentences
Headshot leave 'em bleedin', period, uh
When I say sh*t, it's like they don't be gettin' it
'Rona got the world lookin’ 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 feenin’ to slide and go blast more
We subtract whеn they add more
They ask who got guns, thе ones on your task force
What the f*ck do I look like? A sell out?
We copped a pound from Cali' to mail 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 movin' smooth like whoopy woo, uh
f*ckboy, if you snooze, you lose
And it's always two guns when I’m movin' through, like
I've been feenin' 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 aimin' 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 havin'
Play ball, but send bullets like Madden
No cappin', f*ck rappin', you know hustlin' really a talent
Bag it up, then I'm makin' it happen
She chokin' on di*k like the cinnamon challenge
Bag it up, then I'm makin' it happen
She chokin' on di*k like the cinnamon challenge, like
Ayo Rugga
Since young, you know I've been a shooter
We was spinnin' on RipStiks and scooters
Got money, upgraded the Ubers
I got lit and f*cked b*tches at Hooters
Still in the field movin' 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 pawn, you got no rook, uh
Your life could get took
And your food, it could get cooked
I do this sh*t on my own, so they hatin' 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 givin' face to me
These n*ggas pus*y, they know not to play with me
We've just been trappin', but this sh*t a vacancy
[Chorus]
If n*ggas start somethin', I finish it
But I always start sh*t, call me Genesis
It ain't no competition, I'm puttin' it into it
These n*ggas dyin' just 'cause of they sentences
Headshot leave 'em bleedin', period, uh
When I say sh*t, it's like they don't be gettin' it
'Rona got the world lookin' like Phineas