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Get money Bizzy If niggas start something, I finish it But I always start shit, call me Genesis It ain't no competition, I’m putting it into it These niggas dying just 'cause of they sentences Headshot leave 'em bleeding, period, uh When I say shit, it’s like they don't be getting it 'Rona got the world lit like Phineas 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, bitch what you attached for? Heard they opened the backdoor My niggas feening to slide and go blast more We subtract whеn they add more They ask who got guns, that wasn't your task forcе What the fuck 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 Fuckboy, if you snooze, you lose And it's always two guns when I'm moving through, like Letras de cancionesI’ve been feening to get him boomed If you die, that’s the shit 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 nigga ain't have a tool But I'm still with the shits, so nigga don’t be a fool, uh Young nigga just droppin' jewels Niggas 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 shit go rata I'm a savage, shoot good, should've played for the Mavericks I was down, but a nigga been having Play ball but send bullets like Madden No capping, fuck rapping, you know hustling really a talent Bag it up, then I'm making it happen She choking on dick like the cinnamon challenge Bag it up, then I'm making it happen She choking on dick like the cinnamon challenge, like Ayo Ruger 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 fucked bitches 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 Bitch I got famous with no hooks I ain't get no looks, like These niggas so shook I could tell you ain't no crook, uh You get brushed like an old book You a pawn, you got no rook, uh Your lifer could get took And your foodie could get cooked I do this shit 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 fucked bitches from A to Z I told my bitches to stay from me Shawty get happy and start giving face to me These niggas pussy, they know not to play with me We just been trappin', but this shit a vacancy If niggas start something, I finish it But I always start shit, call me Genesis It ain't no competition, I'm putting it into it These niggas dying just 'cause of they sentences Headshot leave 'em bleeding, period, uh When I say shit, it's like they don't be getting it 'Rona got the world lit like Phineas From Letras Mania