[Chorus]
It's-it's a Gen5, p*ssy
I-I got fifty shots in these jeans, don't run up and push me
I can't even lie, geeked off the lean, and the Perc' 10 took me
Fifty racks, the ticket for the scene, yeah, uh-huh, come book me
Uh, twenty-five bands, just f*ck it up, damn, I don't think they lookin'
Fu-f*cked my wrist up way too many times, kept givin' babies whoopings
In-in that Bentley cookin', yeah, I, yeah, I got my foot in (My foot in)
I bet you wish you would've, collect souls, your life, took it (I took it)
[Verse]
I wanna see you count all day, yeah
I turn my whole house red, yeah
Yеah, forty-five bands from the play (Ching)
Hundred-round drum full of lеad, yeah
Bullets leave him dead, bullets-bullets leave him de-dead (Ching)
In the streets, yeah, we are in the streets, yeah, yeah
An-and we got fifty clips (Oh, oh, oh) we gon' go swerve on you
Yo-you ain't nothin', yeah, sit yo' ass down
Who wear it better? Je-je-jeans cost a pound
I do drugs, yeah, i-i-it's goin' down
[Chorus]
It's-it's a Gen5, p*ssy
I-I got fifty shots in these jeans, don't run up and push me
I can't even lie, geeked off the lean, and the Perc' 10 took me
Fifty racks, the ticket for the scene, yeah, uh-huh, come book me
Uh, twenty-five bands, just f*ck it up, damn, I don't think they lookin'
Fu-f*cked my wrist up way too many times, kept givin' babies whoopings
In-in that Bentley cookin', yeah, I, yeah, I got my foot in (My foot in)
I bet you wish you would've, collect souls, your life, took it (I took it)