GENETICS. ft. KaI Andrew$ Lyrics

All of the boys are tryna just grab an advance

All of my niggas are running the numbers

And pushing to get out of reach

Running to me, you be pushing for p, I be pushing for me

I'll be doing the deed, they'll be tryna be me

When they get on the beat, I will conquer my feats

Started a party, rent out a Ferrari nah fuck it I'm getting a lease

We never average, I'm counting the numbers right up

And it's looking too mean

Bitch out of pocket, I fuck with her attitude

It's a genetic disease

Life of the party, the start of the night

We was focusing 30 to three

Run into me, you be pushing for p, I be pushing for me

I'll be doing the deed, they'll be tryna be me

When they get on the beat, I will conquer my feats

Bumping the Carti, the uber be gliding

I fuck with her friend in the club bitch with the ease

Bachelor party the way that we living

She dripping like barbie she fucking with Kent

I hit a lick on a girly her niggas be lurking

Her ass like her number I hit up a bitch

Running your mind, I be living rent free

Used to think about you till I thought about me

Shabba the boy with the bars on the line

I be scratching my shit till I'm changing a life

Like a Nintendo, she straight outta pocket

The blunt got her eyes looking hella Chinese

Loving the dick, and she set up a date

Just to chat to the gyals about fucking with about me

Feeling much better because all these niggas

They bumping my music they listen to me

Future my past and it's looking benevolent

I really know that it was meant to be

All of the envy, the hate and the jealousy

Liking the way that they looking at me

Momma she told me to keep my head down

But I'm liking the way that they looking for me

I gotta scorch it, this bitch ain't important

I had to go to force it, if niggas move funny

Then we gotta sort em, I'm gonna go Forbes

Cause the pockets be talking in different languages

Usually with the American accent

Or maybe it's British, I cannot recall it

I'm Feeling too Posh like a bitch in Porsche

She wanna give brain I ain't taking your course

I got a girl she reciting my lyrics, I do not lie

So, when I go tell you that I have imported some clothes from Japan

Just know I am telling the truth, bitch

Don't like these niggas that reach in their lines

And I don't like the leech, and don't like to preach

When I'm proving a point, I don't fancy your girl

But she really want me, and if I wanted to

Then she's under the sheets

I gotta say (I gotta say)

Rappers is burnt, overly cooked

Fumbled the steaks, moving like (Shuu)

I got the pace, I know she looked

She wanna fuck

I am not interested, told you I'm moving like militants

Get out my premises, I cannot force you bitch

I cannot force you miss, you saying I missed this shit

But I do not care, there is a difference

Going for 10, chasing this cheese like I'm Jerry the mouse

Shit get to deep when we talking accounts

Met her a week ago she came around

But me I left could've smashed in her house

Chasing the bag getting rich with not doubt

You got it bad need to pull up your pants

Stop fucking around, shit getting serious now

Grind for the fam and myself

I don't rely on your help

And I got tired of flaking, If I'm getting cake

You can't sit at my table, final

Shabba just had to come send me the beat

And I had to come ravage it, voice of the boys

If I get on a beat, my nigga trust

You bitches is fucked, you ain't got a choice

I be the worst cause I fuck with the baddest

It's bangers on bangers this shit looking usual

The boy doing numbers I'm talking about KM's

We stay on the road, we be up in the AM's

The tours got them wondering how do he do it

It's probably voodoo, but it's just genetics

It's only the preview, hasta la vista the boy going far

I'll be gone by the debut