Geneva lyrics

I’m on the grind, back up
Lil b*tch wanna f*ck then act up
Homie don’t wanna get money
They hatin then sayin they love me
That b*tch think ima dummie
b*tch f*ck for free, don’t want no money
Big Neph tryna run up a million
b*tch neck worth a million
Walk in that b*tch and hurt they feelin’s
They sayin’ sh*t, they don’t mean it
Talk bout’ grind but I never seen it
Real demons, real creatures
These n*ggas be leeches
These hoes be leeches
Kool-Aid Frames, I do not see em’
You sit on yo ass I do not wanna be him
Grind I got, impeccable
f*ck on that b*tch on the sectional
Ain’t hittin no licks, I ain't textin’ ya
My girlfriеnd like robbin’ n*ggas
My girlfriend gon’ sell pus*y
My girlfriеnd can cook crack
My girlfriend like shootin’ Glocks
pus*y fat, look like two Glocks

YUH
I put on for this
Pull up on my don sh*t
f*ck a car loan
That b*tch got on the block list
Neph pop ya sh*t
Think you playin me? Not this
I bet she want the di*k
f*cked her friend she wanted the di*k
I wanted the money, didn’t wanna hit
Girl, Daddy need a lick
Where the Henny? Daddy need a sip
Broke ass n*gga, they need a fix
Tellin’ ass n*gga move like TIP
Makaveli Glock, above the rim
Above the rim – Can’t come in with it, I snuck it in
Don’t bother him, you ain’t got no money
b*tches on me like black bed bundy
b*tch wake up late, better have somn’ for me
Walk in the trap like I been here before
These n*ggas talk like they killed before
They ain’t neva hit a drill before
Uh-uh
Backwoods hustlin’ ass b*tch
Unk wasn’t trappin ass n*gga
Not into fashion lil n*gga
You don’t know? Then don’t ask it lil n*gga
Hold on, lemme dump the ashes lil n*gga
Young Ol’ Dirty bast*rd lil n*gga
I’m fresher than a damn pastor n*gga
They said that they love me, what happened to that?
I’m the real Drugrixh don’t ask me that
These b*tches be triflin’ they ass be fat
RXK might tat my back
On the bean, exotic taste
They ain’t in it they really lying bout that
RXK – I’m dying by that
*onomatopoeia* I’m slidin’ with that
Nevermind, you ain't got it right
b*tch don’t love me, she just want the white
Pull up like D-Bo on his bike
Glick on my hip, like I can’t fight
Bend the corner, Tokyo Drift
Backwoods 3.5, b*tch
Who told you that? They lied to you
WHO? The f*ck gon’ die for you
RXK - RXK