Genes ft. King Ponche Lyrics

They so fake they could never be real

They so fake they could never be real

Get that cheddar got to stay with a meal

All these real niggas know what I mean

Real deal killa, it run in my genes

I got too many clips, it can't fit in my jeans

I roll a opp when I sippin on lean

I stepping out with a ruger with beams

Fake id all in my wallet, yeah

I hit up rexx tell he ball it, yeah

I tell he ball it don't stall it, yeah

I geh your bitch and she sprawling, yeah

Hit from the back now she bawling, yeah

I hit the hoe from the night til the morning, yeah

Me and lil shawty we took a lil molly, yeah

She wanna touch on my body, yeah

Touch on my body, yeah

Now I be knowing how santa feels these hoes be naughty yeah

I went and run up them rackz on rackz, for my bitch, yeah

Niggas want to copy and emulate me, I ain't changing the pitch

Niggas want copy and paste, they know who started the wave (They know who start it)

He geh line up by a gwess, now he be ducking the fade (Haha)

For the smallest of change bet your dawg turn a snake, fam I not even amazed

If I back out a steel its a doa

I going score like I play for the nba

Ain't no hoe in my blood or my dna

I got plenty of shots, I could sponsor

Pop a bottle nigga just to celebrate all the shit that I did and I conquer

Ain't no bodyguard, but I pushing weight I could see all the hate in their eyes

By the look on their face, I could see they surprised

Got wok got sprite in the back

All of my niggas we runnin up rackz

Plenty of flavors I ran through the batch

My bitch she boujee and snatched

I threw away all the fentanyl

Crackheads they high off of pinesol

I make that money then spend it all

Forgiatos got me spinnin off

I wake up clean then I dirty my cup

Bitch ass nigga don't do no drugs

I gotta blick with a switch on the mat

I'm really adding it up in the trap

I gotta brand new stick on my lap

I stay on point man I never going lack

I'm speeding fast with the brick in the back

I got that cheese when I roll with a mac

They so fake they could never be real

They so fake they could never be real

Get that cheddar got to stay with a meal

All these real niggas know what I mean

Real deal killa, it run in my genes

I got too many clips, it can't fit in my jeans

I roll a opp when I sippin on lean

I stepping out with a ruger with beams

Fake id all in my wallet, yeah

I hit up rexx tell he ball it, yeah

I tell he ball it don't stall it, yeah

I geh your bitch and she sprawling, yeah

Hit from the back now she bawling, yeah

I hit the hoe from the night til the morning, yeah

Me and lil shawty we took a lil molly, yeah

She wanna touch on my body, yeah

Touch on my body, yeah

Now I be knowing how santa feels these hoes be naughty yeah

I went and run up them rackz on rackz, for my bitch, yeah

Niggas want to copy and emulate me, I ain't changing the pitch