genexix freestyle

prod. breno
mixed by slub

(woah)

Nigga I'm too high, too fried
Got a bad bitch, know she play both sides
Got two guns, one knife
And a couple percs, in case I'm tryna come alive
Yeah I'm downtown, round town
Got bands now, she gon pull her pants down
Nigga's hate around, play around
Hands up nigga, we don't fucking spray ground
Two bitches, black and white, ultrasound
Know they gon put they hands down
Givenchy, Balenci', and Alyx, we not rocking no Sprayground

She pulled up, know that she ate kids
Then I put her in Uber
Bad bitch from Vancouver
On top like scooters
Couple bands, send it straight to her
She know that I'm cooler

Damn

I'm off a short bus going retarded
Caught em' in walmart but he was my target
Ray gun on me, not no martian yeah
I'm in this bitch okay
We got the bands out the way, I'm pushing the paint
He wanna play but this aint no date
I keep fucking up she still giving grace
She still popping xans like are you okay?
Girl I ain't your man, I'm not finna stay
I still pass the wood and she finna face

Woah
Yeah
Let's go

Nigga I'm too high, too fried
Got a bad bitch, know she play both sides
Got two guns, one knife
And a couple percs, in case I'm tryna come alive
Yeah I'm downtown, round town
Got bands now, she gon pull her pants down
Nigga's hate around, play around
Hands up nigga, we don't fucking spray ground
Two bitches, black and white, ultrasound
Know they gon put they hands down
Givenchy, Balenci', and Alyx, we not rocking no Sprayground

She pulled up, know that she ate kids
Then I put her in Uber
Bad bitch from Vancouver
On top like scooters
Couple bands, send it straight to her
She know that I'm cooler

ultrasound

prod. narcix

i just left lil aunty house
i gave her a couple bands said ily then im out
gonna play ashanti now
bad bitch know that im the man she gon let me slut her out 
(she gon let me slut her out)
remember summers w no plans but im making money now
everybody love me now 
thumbing through these hunnids now

big balenci runners now
niggas tryna ride the wave yeah they really copy now
(yeah they really copy me)
same old niggas making fun of me just really bummy now
yeah they really bummy now
i done came a long way everyday sunny now
everyday be sunny now
this lean it hurt my tummy now
but i cannot put it down
no i cannot put it down no
my momma say im drowsy now
she dont know what im doing
all these lies keep running out oh (yeah)

3am im booted up i just hit your lil hoe
she gon come and toot it up woah (yeah)
and im toting automatics i stay doley 
by myself no i never fucking panic woah (yeah)
im just chilling on my own
i aint ever need no nobody 
but my motherfucking bros yeah (woah)

and i aint tripping over hoes
she get left right at the door
 then get blocked right off the phone yeah (woah)

aunty house

oh yeah
uh huh let’s go
yeah yo let’s go let’s go

niggas be stupid they capping on gang
i get this money and put on my team
your bitch a 10 my hoe 17
i stay w lil jesus that shit on my chain 

oh she from my hood she pu and get dick
this dirty lil money is making me sick 
she just like the rabbit she fall for my tricks
and she want that prada that fendi that gucci
that shit also making me sick
i told her just shut up and drink on my kids 
i told her just shut up and give me the spits
i kick the bitch out cross her off my list oh

that nigga want play today
we pu and give him the k today
his momma i got her on layaway 
im lying we shot up her face today 
ion play no way
i pour the pint all day
im sipping my drank okay 
these fuck niggas stay in the way 
all of my garments just muhfuckin stay on display 

i cannot stop popping these beans 
i cannot stop drinking my lean
it’s keeping ahold of me 
im keeping my bros w me
im keeping like 15 hoes w me yuh

like i said before i cant stop sipping my lean
im loving the paint (4x)
that bad bitch she get on her knees yk that she drank (6x)
all of this money on me im robbing the bank (4x)
i hit that lil boy in the spine he walk w a cane (4x)
i think im losing my mind my brain is going insane im not okay
i cannot fw these lames no way (no way) 
she tryna give me the brain okay (okay)
oh yuh they tryna copy the wave (6x)
but i just stay in my lane one way my lane just really be one way oh yuh

niggas be stupid they capping on gang
i get this money and put on my team
your bitch a 10 my hoe 17
i stay w lil jesus that shit on my chain 

oh she from my hood she pu and get dick
this dirty lil money is making me sick 
she just like the rabbit she fall for my tricks
and she want that prada that fendi that gucci
that shit also making me sick
i told her just shut up and drink on my kids 
i told her just shut up and give me the spits
i kick the bitch out cross her off my list oh

sick [kearing x rubypearl]

I'm with your bitch, you know that she
Hoe, hoe, hoe, hoeing
Off of the drugs, you know that we
Roll, roll, roll, rolling

Heard that you living with thugs
I ain't gon do too much
Don't mind the shit in my cup
I don't wanna feel too much
I just wanna give you enough
Might just get a lil' rush
I don't wanna be too rough
Might just give you a lil' love

Might just get a lil' rough
Yeah, I don't wanna do too much
I don't wanna do too much
I don't wanna have too much
Nah, I don't wanna, yeah

Saw you across of the club
Knew what it is, what it was
Knew what it is, what it-

I'm with your bitch, you know that she
Hoe, hoe, hoe, hoeing
Off of the drugs, you know that we
Roll, roll, roll, rolling

Heard that you living with thugs
I ain't gon do too much
Don't mind the shit in my cup
I don't wanna feel too much

I don’t wanna feel too much
I don't wanna feel too much
I don't wanna feel too much
Aye, I don't wanna feel too much

Hoe, hoe, hoe, hoeing
Roll, roll, roll, rolling
Hoe, hoe, hoe
Hoe, hoe, hoe
Hoe, hoe, hoe, hoeing, hoeing

do2much

(they keep tryna tell me, get up and shit bro)
(talkin' bout some fucking, chrisdarko let's go)

Yeah let's go, I think it's time to rock out
I think it's time to get the lo'
And my cousin got his Glock out
Yeah, he tryna wipe your nose
They say Omega, where've you been
I'm like nobody could know
I live a life straight full on sin
I got these angels on payroll
My brother got him a new bin
He tryna shut down the whole store

I'm a young nigga flexing harder than Lil Tay
I made like so much fucking bank today, I got so much to say
Yeah I took that nigga bitch and she was jacking he was gay
Took her straight back to my crib, started crunch time like it's Lay’s

If you were in my shoes, tell me, what would you do
My gun named Steve and the switch is blue
It's handing out them clues
Back to the shoes

Yeah, you could never afford them motherfuckers
You rocking cargos and some Dunks 
I guess we putting holes in truckers

You know we keep some hoes in Sprinters
Runway clothes, just for the winter
And I can't wait to fucking wear them
Me and my niggas, we not sharing

If you were in my shoes, tell me what would you do
Would you run off on the plug
Or would you rob that nigga too
If you were in my shoes, tell me what would you do
Would you cash out in Balenci'
Or just get some Ricky too

My cousin put in work, he frontin' all the keys
We just executed these fucking white bitches
They screaming on they knees
We laughing at them, yeah they talking 'bout some fucking jeez louise
These Balenci's got to trackin', had a sigh of lil' relief

Just got Calypso from the store
I make a baddie pour the 4
I had one sip, I was like oh
I cannot live without the po'
She cannot live without me, no
Calling my phone, she like Darko

angels on payroll [kilolit]

If you love me, gotta show me
Fuck your lil’ man 
Yeah, he know we not homies 
I chill with my gang 
But you know I get lonely 
Margiela, the paint
But these just for kicking stones, B

Yeah, these just for kicking stones, B
I just left the store with your whore 
She getting on me
Louis blanket, yeah, it’s a throw 
I’m really cozy 
(ay, yeah you know I’m really cozy)

Yo, niggas pussy but they shit like times 3
Hating on me cause my bitch a dime piece, woah 
He rocking fake diamonds, call that green bling, oh
He tryna be better than me, in his dreams, oh

Oh, oh

That shit go bow
Niggas talking on the gang 
We shut his mouth 
I got some gas all on the way
We roll this ounce 
She throw it back right on me, yeah 
That pussy pounce 

These niggas broke, yeah they really trap allowance
Just off this week, yeah, I spent so many thousands
She bringing friends, yeah you know that I allow it 
See her again, yeah, I really fucking doubt it 

Made Ultrasound, got her fucking head thumping 
I’m in the function, every fucking head jumping 
Never forget, I turned nothing into something
I love my drank, I ain’t sipping Robitussin 

I’m in the cut with some demons 
I’m protected by the angels
All these niggas phony, fake
Yeah, I’m seeing all the angles
I got a lot up on my plate
All these bitches say, I ate though 

Family full of fucking demons, cousin just caught him a B
Niggas zooming too fast, like 120 in the V
I’ll be damned if I use a lil' Corleo beat 
I be so high off the shrooms, I can’t even fucking see
Ay, but heaven where I be

kicking stones [xophy]

Flip that shit, uh huh I get it
They say, Chris like how you did it
Oh you get money, okay cool
My lil' boy tryn' spark that tool
I'm off that X, I might take 2
I got sextapes with no take two
I'm with my brothers going kuu
No, you can't do what we do
In my function, bitches jumping
Think this bitch want dick or something
All these funds, all these hundreds
I know why they keep on coming

I got exclusive shit from London
I got a Glock with extra buttons
No I'm never fucking running
No I'm never fucking- woah

If we link, she gon' TikTok it
These niggas pussy, they just talk it
They copy everything I do
Just like my talking and my walking
Got that fye on me, it's barking
'Fore we creep up, we gon' stalk him
We gon' leave his ass-

Flip that shit, uh huh I get it
They say, Chris like how you did it
Oh you get money, okay cool
My lil' boy tryn' spark that tool
I'm off that X, I might take 2
I got sextapes with no take two
I'm with my brothers going kuu
No, you can't do what we do
In my function, bitches jumping
Think this bitch want dick or something
All these funds, all these hundreds

I know why they keep on coming, oh
I know why, I know why they keep on

sextapes

sextapes [chase salvia]

Yeah, zombie knife, I'm lunging
You don't tote no blicks or nothing
Always with my bitch, you know she coming
She want dick or Rick or something
Fuck her ex, yeah, I'm the richer one
Uh huh, I'm always counting different sums
Say you taking from me, no
Yeah, maybe under a different sun
My mom want her a different son
There's holes in my Ricky, lil' bitch
Yeah, I'm a fucking different bum
I done fell in love with presidents
I think I'm fucking money dumb

In this life, I'm having plenty fun
In this life, I'm having plenty guns
In this life, I'm having plenty drums
Yeah, yeah

Peep his highlights, then we case the place
Run up in that bitch, I don't give a fuck, I'm shooting face
Then I dip out and I tuck in waist
Had to kill him, he took many space
My pants is fucking Japanese
This nigga Traaci called me
Couldn't pick up, I was clapping cheeks
I call my nigga Remy, 'cause the way that we be stacking cheese
I done picked up new Balenci'
I can't lie, I'm fucking jacking these
And these niggas fucking pussy
Yeah, they fluent in that lackinese

I'm fucking money dumb 
I'm counting 1's, 2's, 5's, 10's, 20's, 50's, 100's
She like Darko, why you late?
I said, fuck up bitch, I'm coming
I got 26's, 17's, 43's, and Glock 19's
And I keep that 9 on me in case they wanna say something
I'm a rockstar, not talking that tour life
But the way I'm drumming
You wear Trapstar, I can't kick it with you
I won't even diss you
If you don't get money, I'm not fucking with you
You a fucking issue, yeah

money dumb [sapphiresofye]

Yeah, yeah 
Know I got that 20 ball, yeah
Yeah, I got that 50 ball, yeah
Got a blick, Imma send him up, cause these niggas be trolling
I’m getting high on the regular, know a nigga be rolling, yeah
Know these niggas will not mention us, cause these niggas is pussy 
Yeah, I’m locked in like a prisoner and I make niggas book it
I’m chilling with Eroy and he shoot like he Booker

Yeah, I’m not a rookie 
Better just watch your bitch cause she looking
Yeah, look how she looking
No, I’m not part time, nigga got motion 
Yeah, no I’m not joking, I dubbed a bitch and she got emotional
I told the plug to just pick up the phone
Niggas be mad, I be high like drone
[?]

How much a nigga gon’ spend on a sweater
I took your bitch, man that shit was whatever 
Wanna come over, just ring that bell
Serving them fiends, send the pack through the mail
Big ass blunt, saying pass that back
And I crash that whip, saying that’s my bad

That’s my bad
That’s my brother, I got his back 
Niggas keep playing with me, we taking his racks
No, he not getting it back 
I’m with a skeezer
I’m with a bad lil’ bitch but I don’t need her
And I’m with my nina, it do what I say
But that lil’ bitch a fucking diva, yeah
And I’m off this shit, I think it’s motherfucking sativa, yeah
Remember I was broke and I was in that lil’ wifebeater, yeah
Now every fucking day I’m wearing Hedi Slimane
I’ve been blowing fucking dope, you know I’m trying to ease that pain 
Yeah, I’m trying ease that pain

I’ve been running around this bitch by myself with my lil’ chain
And I’m with my other bitch but I can’t fuck that hoe the same
And I’m riding with my pistol, nigga play, then that’s his brain
In my crib I got that missile just in case they keep on playing
In my crib I got my momma, she don’t want no fucking issues
She say, leave out all that drama, I don’t wanna fucking miss you
She know that when I’m outside it’s either trapping or judicial

prison [takeo]

Yeah, yeah
I’d be lying if I trust that hoe
I cry ‘til I can’t feel no more
Get high ‘til I can’t see no more
I touch the sky and fucking float 
My brother sparking up that bowl 
My life exclusive sound and RGO
I just hit the store to cop that fucking Sprite
And pour the 4 in my cup
And I’m in the fucking cut with this 9 on my-
Bitch, this Glock got monkey nuts 
King Tut, the way she fucking treat me
She like, you make it look so easy
She like, Omega fucking eat me 
I’m like no, I’m tryna fuck 

You ain’t gon’ do shit with that ProMag
Go and get your ass a Vector
We done hit him in his face and wrote his ass a suicide letter 
And regardless of the weather, Imma always style on niggas
Nowadays I’m in this bitch with like 4 or 5 of my dealers
And I got many ideas, and I got many Margielas
But I stick to ‘Lenciaga just to make her nigga jealous
Cause he know I’m fucking better and she know I fuck her better  
Said she tryna give me slutty mouth, I think I might just let her 

I’d be lying if I trust that hoe
I cry ‘til I can’t feel no more
Get high ‘til I can’t see no more
I touch the sky and fucking float 
My brother sparking up that bowl 
My life exclusive sound and RGO
I just hit the store to cop that fucking Sprite
And pour the 4 in my cup
And I’m in the fucking cut with this 9 on my-
Bitch, this Glock got monkey nuts 
King Tut, the way she fucking treat me
She like, you make it look so easy
She like, Omega fucking eat me 
I’m like no, I’m tryna fuck 

And you know the trap is jumping
This shit so easy, I just punch in
RGO, you know how we coming
We can’t give no bitch no loving
But you know she get to tonguing
Yeah, you know I’m heavy metal 
Yeah, you know I’m fucking gunning
Let me ask your bitch ass something
If you see me in the public
What would you motherfucking do
I’m counting blues without a clue
I might cop some new lil’ shoes 
RGO, we put in work
Know we hit him where it hurt
And we put him on a shirt 
Know we make his bitch just twerk, yeah

feel no more [takeo]

The fuck is you doing bae? Let's just go to the moon lil' baby
Yeah, don't be excluding me, I brought the product, let's smoke this eighth
Yeah, and I swear I'm cooling bae, I just don't know what to do today
Yeah, so if you gon' move that way, Imma just go act a fool today, yeah

So I'm in Club Fox just tryna get it
Just tryna spend it, yeah I'm just tryna hit it
I'm giving out socials, just tryna fit in
I'm drinking this shit, I don't know what's in it
I think Imma flatline before I finish
Got this big ass blunt, I ain't smoking no spinach
I told this slut just to roll that shit
I told this hoe just to smoke this with me

Her bedroom set came straight from Belize
Silk 100%, this hoe swear she a freak
I'm hoping she doing this shit just for me
But I don't want to ask cause I paid her a fee
I followed her home from the motherfucking store
Saw her and this nigga, he probably 6'4
I started tripping and calling my bro
He told me don't trip just send me her lo'
It's like seven o'clock on her block
We gon' line that bitch, we gon' hit her with Glock
I'm with my lil' bro in the front seat of his Jeep
Yeah, them doors is chopped
And I can't think, he's driving uphill
And I'm off these pills, I think Imma faint
I'm seeing like double, I'm seeing like triple
I said, I'm ready, he like, no you ain't

So we run in the crib and we see her momma
Her dad ain't around, she got no home training
If I saw his ass, I'd flame him for what he did to my lil' baby
She locked herself in the room, that nigga he ran out
My brother just kept on spraying
I'm like that's that nigga right there
Let's go, they all done seen our faces

She hit my phone up tweaking
On my line, she screaming
That's just what you get for leaving me in pieces
That's just what you get for motherfucking cheating

But she's a stripper so I'm back in Club Fox just tryna get it
Just tryna spend it, yeah I'm just tryna hit it
I'm giving out socials, just trying to fit in
I'm drinking this shit, I don't know what's in it
I think Imma flatline before I finish
Got this big ass blunt, I ain't smoking no spinach
I told this slut just to roll that shit
I told this hoe just to smoke this with me

club fox [chase salvia]

Yo, bitch Imma do it like this 
I got this fire, I just might hit you
And I can’t lie, lil’ bitch miss you
But I can’t lie, lil’ bitch I hate you 
(Know I) Can’t lie, bitch I hate you
(And yeah I) Can’t lie, bitch I hate you
Imma stunt before I face you
If you won’t go, then bitch I’ll make you

Had your chance, there ain’t no part two
Should’ve motherfucking shot you
Should’ve motherfucking popped you
Wish I could watch you fucking bleed 
Wish I could watch you fucking bleed 
I wish you’d break your fucking spleen
Bitch Imma get up and just leave, I said-

Bitch Imma do it like this 
I got this fire, I just might hit you
And I can’t lie, lil’ bitch miss you
But I can’t lie, lil’ bitch I hate you 
(Know I) Can’t lie, bitch I hate you
(And yeah I) Can’t lie, bitch I hate you
Imma stunt before I face you
If you won’t go, then bitch I’ll make you

(Bitch I’ll make-)

Had your chance, there ain’t no part two
Should’ve motherfucking shot you
Should’ve motherfucking popped you
Wish I could watch you fucking bleed 
Wish I could watch you fucking bleed 
I wish you’d motherfucking leave
I wish you’d break your fucking spleen, I said- 

(Bitch Imma do it like this) 
(I got this fire, I just might hit you)
(And I can’t lie, lil’ bitch miss you)
(But I can’t lie, lil’ bitch I hate you) 
(Know I can’t lie, bitch I hate you
(And yeah I can’t lie, bitch I hate you)
(Imma stunt before I face you)
(If you won’t go, then bitch I’ll make you)

i hate u [chrisdarko]

Your hoe wanna dance on it, stand on it
I got a freak ol' bitch on cam on it
They want my head, I said put 10 on it
Rocking this Givenchy lil' Chito
I wouldn't wear your shits, that's me though

And I wanna fuck you but I don't mean no-
And I wanna fuck you but I don't mean no love to come from it
I fuck and don't feel nothing from it
I'm stuck here with my government but I'm chrisdarko
And Omega, bitch I fucking come from it
Exclusive Sound, it's one of it
And all my fears, I run from it
I let it eat me, let it beat me
I can't lie, bitch I-

Your hoe wanna fuck and I do too
Can't lead no line, I keep me a broom
She doing a line, I said me too
This bad bitch want some Valentino
My bitch want some Carol Christian P
I can't lie, you a kin to me
I can't lie, you a kin to me
I can't lie, talking to you might just be a fucking sin to me
Your ass might an enemy but I won't let that get to me

I can't lie, can't lie, I might fold
I swear I don't feel shit no more
I know, I know that I'm alone
I know, I know that I'm alone, I-

I can’t lie I feel numb
My mother hate that I’m her son 
Cobain ‘94, might kiss my gun
Yeah, being dead look so fun yeah
Oh he died so young 
Yeah, tell the grim reaper run my ones, yeah 
In the mothership flying real close to the sun 
Burst into flames when I’m talking to nuns
Wrote you a note saying, bitch I’m done 
This ain’t a argument bitch, you won
They gon’ bury me bitch go dance with someone 
Go head bitch, dance with someone 

Your hoe wanna dance on it, stand on it
I got a freak ol' bitch on cam on it
They want my head, I said put 10 on it
Rocking this Givenchy lil' Chito
I wouldn't wear your shits, that's me though

And I wanna fuck you but I don't mean no-
And I wanna fuck you but I don't mean no love to come from it
I fuck and don't feel nothing from it
I'm stuck here with my government but I'm chrisdarko
And Omega, bitch I fucking come from it
Exclusive Sound, it's one of it
And all my fears, I run from it
I let it eat me, let it beat me
I can't lie, bitch I-

Your hoe wanna fuck and I do too
Can't lead no line, I keep me a broom
She doing a line, I said me too
This bad bitch want some Valentino
My bitch want some Carol Christian P
I can't lie, you a kin to me
I can't lie, you a kin to me
I can't lie, talking to you might just be a fucking sin to me
Your ass might an enemy but I won't let that get to me

I can't lie, can't lie, I might fold
I swear I don't feel shit no more
I know, I know that I'm alone
I know, I know that I'm alone, I-

chrisdarko

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