Gen 5 lyrics

[Intro: Luhh Dyl]
(Ayy, man, this b*tch so bad, my n*gga)
Alright, it's a little bit late, yeah
Yeah, yeah, come on, slow down
Yeah

[Verse 1: Luhh Dyl]
I'm tryna walk, but Gen5 pokin' my leg, this b*tch ain't goin'
I was f*ckin', five-starred her groin, started f*ckin' up my groin
It was sunny when I looked outside, I walked out, it started snowin'
It was Sunday when they seen them guys, they hopped out and started blowin'

[Verse 2: Lil Lik]
It was Sunday when I started f*ckin', nutted Monday morning
Bro keep cuttin' into the hoes, I'm like, "You f*ckin' up the motion"
I got off the box and went straight to the airport, b*tch, I'm focused
Ain't no meat to meat with me, lil' b*tch, I'm f*ckin' with a Trojan
House arrest ain't for Lil Lik, b*tch, I'm the chosen one
I'm 'posed to be somewhere OT, gettin' locked up really slowed me up
They see them black trucks while at the function and they know it's us
I do not got no love for you, baby, I just wanna f*ck
Like why you tell the hoes you killin' me and you don't own no gun? (Yop)
I'm really good inside my city, I be showin' love
b*tch, I'm really good inside that county, I be sleepin', eatin' with the thugs (Come on)
A n*gga try to press me in this b*tch, I bet it's goin' up
[Verse 3: Luhh Dyl]
Yeah, my bad, Lik, I just got back, this b*tch was throwin' up
My old hoes tryna come back in my life since I started blowin' up
Uh-huh, the same hoes that used to ho and treat me bold as f*ck
The same hoes that I make go beat they feet after they hold my nuts
In traffic blowin' at a semi for tryna hold me up (Uh-huh)
In school cussin' at the teacher, the b*tch wrote me up
As long as bro and 'nem gon' keep spinnin', I keep rollin' up
And I ain't stoppin' until I'm at the top and it's just only us

[Verse 4: Lil Lik]
I got a flash on a Gen5 Glock, lil' n*gga, say cheese
If you don't want your mama house to get hit, n*gga, say please
I ain't even have to hop out, we was eight deep
I'm drunk and I ain't tryna f*ck tonight, I'm finna play sleep

[Verse 5: Luhh Dyl]
I'm kinda feelin' like I made it, they rappin' on my beats
Ain't even gotta step, my n*ggas get on ass when they see Jeeps
Better not make me count to five, you gon' be dead by three
Rob a n*gga for his standard Glock and make a CP3

[Verse 6: Lil Lik]
I'm p*ssed off, my main b*tch been arguin' with my sidepiece
I'm tellin' bro don't use the main road, we on the side street
I told my mama this sh*t on the floor, just get behind me
n*ggas doin' all these fake-ass shootings, commit a body
n*ggas ain't built like this, I'm weighin' in
I'm high as f*ck, can't even rap right now, told bro to play it again
When people tell me I'm that n*gga, I just tell 'em to say it again
These n*ggas hit the slab for five racks, b*tch, I can show a ten (Let me say it again)
I said I'm sorry, I was talkin' to your friend, it is what it is
I'm hopin' we can put that sh*t behind us, we can f*ck again
(b*tch, I'm tryna f*ck again)
b*tch, I been locked in jail and on tether, I'm just tryna live
Free Lil D, I know when he come home, he gon' be tryna spin
I whispered in her ear, "Let's leave the party, can you suck my di*k?"
But you can't take me serious when I'm drunk, I just be talkin' sh*t
[Verse 7: Luhh Dyl]
I just be talkin' sh*t, most of the time, it just be off the lick
I'm off the hip, a n*gga talkin' tough, that's when we off his lips
They got me bent, they tried to bring a rider and I broke his sh*t
Way that I been walkin' on this b*tch, you think I wrote this sh*t

[Outro]
(Ayy, man, this b*tch so bad, my n*gga)