Lyrics from Live Performance

[Chorus]
It's-it's a Gen5, pussy
I got fifty shots in these jeans, don't run up and push me
I can't even lie, geeked off the weed, and them Percs, they took me
Fifty racks, the ticket for the scene, yeah, lil' ho, don't book me
Uh, twenty-five bands, finna fuck up, ugh, I don't think they lookin'
Fu-fucked my wrist up way too many times, kept givin' babies whoopings (Whoopings)
In-in that Bentley cookin', yeah, I, yeah, I got my foot in (My foot in)
Boy, you wish you wouldn't (Wouldn't)
Pull up to your drill, I took it (Took it)

[Verse]
I wanna see you count all day, yeah
I turn my whole house red, yeah
Fourty-five bands in the crib (Ching)
Hundrеd round drum full of lead, yeah
Bullets lеave him dead, bullets-bullets leave him dead (Ching)
In the streets, yeah, we are in the streets, yeah, yeah
An-and what's up? Uh, you better not swerve, huh
Yo-you ain't doin' a thing, yeah, sit your ass down
Who wore 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, pussy
I got fifty shots in these jeans, don't run up and push me
I can't even lie, geeked off the weed, and them Percs, they took me
Fifty racks, the ticket for the scene, yeah, lil' ho, don't book me
Uh, twenty-five bands, finna fuck up, ugh, I don't think they lookin'
Fu-fucked my wrist up way too many times, kept givin' babies whoopings (Whoopings)
In-in that Bentley cookin', yeah, I, yeah, I got my foot in (My foot in)
Boy, you wish you wouldn't (Wouldn't)
Pull up to your drill, I took it (Took it)