genexix freestyle

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

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]

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, yeah 
Know I got that 20 ball, yeah
Yeah, I got that 50 ball, yeah
It’s fucking on me, 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 be 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 a drone
Feel like September cause bitch we cold
Try to talk down, send a nigga to hell

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]

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-

my government [lush soma x fern shy]

somebody else flip (demo) [chrisdarko]

Tell death don’t do us part our love is art and I wan fiend together 
Bitches lie, say they want you, whole time they want me forever
Bitches trend hopping, dick sucking, they call me the meta
I stopped sweating shit and made a wish, now I’m feeling better

Exclusive Sound apostle, all y’all niggas rock fake fossils
I’ve seen pussy niggas broken down, ain’t got no one to talk to
If you bad, then Imma lock you 
If you wan go, bitch I won’t stop you 
Niggas chatting like they him, I let them know that that is not you
I’ve been-

I stopped sweating shit and made a wish, now I’m feeling better
Death don’t do us part our love is art and I wan tweak together 
Bitches say they love you, whole time they just want like me forever
Bitches dick sucking, trend hopping, they call me the meta

I’ve been touching avocados, blueberries, and pomegranates
Talking ‘bout the money, not the produce nigga, I can’t stand you
Talking ‘bout the muddy, fuck the Fanta up like I’m a chemist 
I got fantasies about just making niggas fucking vanish 

The love they won’t reciprocate 
I stack it up in many ways
I blow it all on rainy days 
I came down in like 10 days 

I told death don’t do us part our love is art so we gon’ tweak together
Yeah, like I want tweak together 
Bitches lie and say they want you, whole time they just want like me forever
They want me forever, bad bitch just want me forever 
And all these bitches dick sucking, trend hopping, callIng me the meta
Made a wish and now I’m feeling better
Sweating shit, I’m feeling better

love is art [chrisdarko]

I’ve just been ducking the photo 
Going thru shit you won’t know hoe
Tryna find ways to control though 
But that shit do not matter, no
She give me cake and the batter, yeah
I’ve just been climbing the ladder, yeah
Niggas do not want no static, yeah
Got a bad bitch, know her ass tatted, yeah

Know I don’t let go of things, yeah
Don’t think I want all that fame, okay 
Know that I’m clutching utensils
Baby I’ll fuck with your mental, aye
I’ve just been going through pain 
So I’ve been shopping for things
Keep thinking that shit is a game lil’ bitch
I know I cannot fuck with you

No, I won’t make no plans with you
Know you wan dirty my pants 
Know you wan dirty my pants, lil boo
I done threw all of these bands
I done threw all of these bands for you
I done threw all of these bands baby 
I done threw all of these bands for you

Bossed up on a young nigga
Bossed up on a young bitch, I feel like the man
You ain’t even tote no switches
You don’t even bust no triggers, that shit for the ‘gram 
You don’t even ride for your mans
Me and my niggas connected like we on the LAN
I just blew thru a whole ten 
Chilling in places where pink is the muhfucking sand

If I couldn’t make these expenses baby
Would you still let me know if you would ride for me
Let me know if you would still just die for me

I’ve just been ducking the photo 
Going thru shit you won’t know hoe
Tryna find ways to control though 
But that shit do not matter, no
She give me cake and the batter, yeah
I’ve just been climbing the ladder, yeah
Niggas do not want no static, yeah
Got a bad bitch, know her ass tatted, yeah

Know I don’t let go of things, yeah
Don’t think I want all that fame, okay 
Know that I’m clutching utensils
Baby I’ll fuck with your mental, aye
I’ve just been going through pain 
So I’ve been shopping for things
Keep thinking that shit is a game lil’ bitch
I know I cannot fuck with you

No, I won’t make no plans with you
Know you wan dirty my pants 
Know you wan dirty my pants, lil boo
I done threw all of these bands
I done threw all of these bands for you
I done threw all of these bands baby 
I done threw all of these bands for you

I done threw all of these bands for you, you

pinksand.wav [chrisdarko]

I’m a failing helicopter parent, way I make sure that she take the pill 
Imma always keep it real
Imma always crack the seal and Imma keep on her heels
I mean her toes baby, but I can’t tell you how I feel
I hope you know baby, that you’ll never know the deal
I hope it shows baby, this Tiffy Blue, she think it’s teal
Like what you on baby? 

I’ve been blowing thru the cash and I know my momma don’t like it
They dropping pants cause I’m enticing and they say my talk exciting
They can’t be no more inviting, this my show, I steal the lightning 
Mean the lighting, niggas chatting on the net but do no fighting, why you lying?

I pop a bean and flee the scene 
Like, what you mean?
This time the green turning to blue
I’m changing teams 
Been on the different shit before I hit the ‘teens
Y’all sipping other shit, I can’t even call that lean 

I’m a failing helicopter parent, way I make sure that she take the pill 
Imma always keep it real
Imma always crack the seal and Imma keep on her heels
I mean her toes baby, I can’t tell you how I feel
I hope you know baby, that you’ll never know the deal
I hope it shows baby, this Tiffy Blue, she think it’s teal
Like what you on baby?

failing helicopter parent [chrisdarko]

SOUNDCLOUD EXCLUSIVE

What the fuck, all the cash money on me
Baby, not ur main homie
I’ll fuck around and put the blame on me
I face foes with the thang on me, yeah
Accessories alone, $220-$80
Mirror master, they stay imitating 
Pussy ass nigga, not intimating 
Gotta repent, I’m sinning daily lately

What if I crash yo bitch?
What if her ass up? Woah
What if I stand up?
Momma like pull your fucking pants up 
And my lady only taking cash, woah
And my baby, aspiring dancer
I go crazy when my lady tense up
‘Cause the taint so elegant
What the fuck bitch?

I cannot spill all my drink
I’m medicated, might be sedated
Two cams on, then we get to making
Can’t lie bitch, this dick for the taking

Let the beat breathe real quick
Bitch is a fan, feel the tunes and she feel dick
Bitch is a 10, might faint until then 
Ain’t understand but they might in a lil’ bit 
I disappear for a year and I still hit
I made amends with the fear, I don’t feel shit

Swear you don’t know what it takes just to feel like this
Swear Imma always keep it real like this
Wanna see the real me but you can’t lil’ bitch

Tryna life steal in this bitch, got the stick in the blanket
Ain’t no faking, fuck nigga what is you thinking?
She like, what is your banking? 
None of my shit you attaining
No, you can’t be my maiden or my main
And I just want get you to take it
Ass so fat I wan’ spank it

What if I crash yo bitch?
What if her ass up? Woah
What if I stand up?
Momma like pull your fucking pants up 
And my lady only taking cash, woah
And my baby, aspiring dancer
I go crazy when my lady tense up
‘Cause the taint so elegant
What the fuck bitch

chrisdarko

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