Genes

My jeans they so tight
But I still fight the racks in them (racks)
I got the gas
What you packing bruh? (ayy)
She ride the dick
Like a passenger
Bitch I just do what I want
I'm the bachelor (yeah)
I get the bread
And I flip it like spatula (flip)
See me bitch
You got the camera (yeah)
I met that girl up in Canada
But she Latina
That girl is from Panama (ayy, woah)

Look at my jeans, they Rick
I got the clout
All these hoes on my dick
And I need a BIC
To light it real quick
I'm feeling real cold
These diamonds my wrist
I'm feeling real old
I walk with a limp
And slat is the code
You cannot get in
I'm shmacking the shmiz
Bitch just let me swim
And your money so short
Bet it can't touch the rim
They talking that shit
But you know I just grin
And thanks for your service
I'll give you a fin
I make that shit work
Bitch all I do is win
You know i'm counting
The M and the M's (let's go)
I don't fuck with y'all (huh?)
I just go to the court
And I ball (Court)
Cross that boy up
And he fall (fall)
Yeah, that boy fall like Chris Paul (oh, yeah)
I got what you need
Make a call (brrt)
Kick that bitch out
If she stall (uh)
I got them racks
In my drawers (yeah)
And I got them racks
That's of course (oh, yeah)

My jeans they so tight
But I still fight the racks in them (racks)
I got the gas
What you packing bruh? (ayy)
She ride the dick
Like a passenger
Bitch I just do what I want
I'm the bachelor (yeah)
I get the bread
And I flip it like spatula (flip)
See me bitch
You got the camera (yeah)
I met that girl up in Canada
But she Latina
That girl is from Panama (ayy, woah)



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Lovrich
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