LP Rambo, DD Caine - Genesis lyrics

If a nigga asks me "What's
Hot in the streets?"
I'm finna say "Hi!"s bitch
Not because I think
She cute but I'ma say "Hi!"s bitch
'cause I know that bitch is in the
Streets sucking dick so that bitch burning
You feel me? If a nigga asks me "What's
Hot in the streets?"
I'ma say "these niggas" 'cause
Broke niggas be
Living the house with no AC and shit
Sweating
Like a fat bitch blinked, you feel me
You know? But you know, but it be
Like that sometimes, you know, i understand
I mean, not really
'cause I got a AC in my house and shit
But, I used to understand!

Bullets running after you from
Down the street
Baby girl, why do you keep doubting me?
Say I'm broke? I cannot explain how
Dumb you sound to me i'm from 065
Please don't bring punk shit around to me
Let me tell you how these LV came to be
On my belt
And my wallet really it just came to be

I'm exactly who I said that I would be
Okay kool she just told me ain't the
Money that she see, i play fool
When them niggas came up
And tried jumping me, i stayed cool
I remain untouched so your
Card in the streets, have been pulled
Bob the Builder or Handy Mandy, I spray tools
I be on my disrespectful like 50, you Ja Rule
Boy so what you smoking what you
Want a treat? You not cool
You just in my way and you
Don't even see? You best move
I be in the field so much
Niggas thinking I did sports
And the law can't hold me down before
They do that I'll miss court

Bullets running after you from
Down the street
Baby girl, why do you keep doubting me?
Say I'm broke? I cannot explain how
Dumb you sound to me i'm from 065
Please don't bring punk shit around to me
Let me tell you how these LV came to be
On my belt
And my wallet really it just came to be

Niggas cannot find me I ain't even hiding
Boy just look
Probably catch me smoking probably catch
Me getting jewelry took
And right now my wallet looking
Like a 50 chapter book
And right now my wallet looking
Like a 50 chapter book

(I'm DaVinci hoe)
I heard it’s money on my head
Where the fuck them niggas at?
LP, they poppin out the
Cut, yeah, they puss-y, it’s a fact
I seen these niggas plotting licks
I got the blade, ain’t got the MAC, tryna
Run with 'Vinci shit
You getting Kane’d and fragments cracked
My mom ain’t raise no fucking bitch
Neither did my fucking dad
Do one on ones, that jumping
Shit is pussy, run up, get your gat!

Bullets running after you from
Down the street
Baby girl, why do you keep doubting me?
Say I'm broke? I cannot explain how
Dumb you sound to me i'm from 065
Please don't bring punk shit around to me
Let me tell you how these LV came to be
On my belt
And my wallet really it just came to be