Gen 5

[Intro: Luhh Dyl]
(Ayy, man, this bitch so bad, my nigga)
Alright, it's a little bit late, yeah
Yeah, yeah, come on, slow down
Yeah

[Verse 1: Luhh Dyl]
I'm tryna walk, but Gen5 pokin' my leg, this bitch ain't goin'
I was fuckin', five-starred her groin, started fuckin' up my groin
It was sunny when I looked outside, I walked out, it started snowin'
It was Sunday when they seen them guys, they hopped out and started blowin'

[Verse 2: Lil Lik]
It was Sunday when I started fuckin', nutted Monday morning
Bro keep cuttin' into the hoes, I'm like, "You fuckin' up the motion"
I got off the box and went straight to the airport, bitch, I'm focused
Ain't no meat to meat with me, lil' bitch, I'm fuckin' with a Trojan
House arrest ain't for Lil Lik, bitch, I'm the chosen one
I'm 'posed to be somewhere OT, gettin' locked up really slowed me up
They see them black trucks while at the function and they know it's us
I do not got no love for you, baby, I just wanna fuck
Like why you tell the hoes you killin' me and you don't own no gun? (Yop)
I'm really good inside my city, I be showin' love
Bitch, I'm really good inside that county, I be sleepin', eatin' with the thugs (Come on)
A nigga try to press me in this bitch, I bet it's goin' up

[Verse 3: Luhh Dyl]
Yeah, my bad, Lik, I just got back, this bitch was throwin' up
My old hoes tryna come back in my life since I started blowin' up
Uh-huh, the same hoes that used to ho and treat me bold as fuck
The same hoes that I make go beat they feet after they hold my nuts
In traffic blowin' at a semi for tryna hold me up (Uh-huh)
In school cussin' at the teacher, the bitch wrote me up
As long as bro and 'nem gon' keep spinnin', I keep rollin' up
And I ain't stoppin' until I'm at the top and it's just only us

[Verse 4: Lil Lik]
I got a flash on a Gen5 Glock, lil' nigga, say cheese
If you don't want your mama house to get hit, nigga, say please
I ain't even have to hop out, we was eight deep
I'm drunk and I ain't tryna fuck tonight, I'm finna play sleep

[Verse 5: Luhh Dyl]
I'm kinda feelin' like I made it, they rappin' on my beats
Ain't even gotta step, my niggas get on ass when they see Jeeps
Better not make me count to five, you gon' be dead by three
Rob a nigga for his standard Glock and make a CP3

[Verse 6: Lil Lik]
I'm pissed off, my main bitch been arguin' with my sidepiece
I'm tellin' bro don't use the main road, we on the side street
I told my mama this shit on the floor, just get behind me
Niggas doin' all these fake-ass shootings, commit a body
Niggas ain't built like this, I'm weighin' in
I'm high as fuck, can't even rap right now, told bro to play it again
When people tell me I'm that nigga, I just tell 'em to say it again
These niggas hit the slab for five racks, bitch, I can show a ten (Let me say it again)
I said I'm sorry, I was talkin' to your friend, it is what it is
I'm hopin' we can put that shit behind us, we can fuck again
(Bitch, I'm tryna fuck again)
Bitch, I been locked in jail and on tether, I'm just tryna live
Free Lil D, I know when he come home, he gon' be tryna spin
I whispered in her ear, "Let's leave the party, can you suck my dick?"
But you can't take me serious when I'm drunk, I just be talkin' shit

[Verse 7: Luhh Dyl]
I just be talkin' shit, most of the time, it just be off the lick
I'm off the hip, a nigga talkin' tough, that's when we off his lips
They got me bent, they tried to bring a rider and I broke his shit
Way that I been walkin' on this bitch, you think I wrote this shit

[Outro]
(Ayy, man, this bitch so bad, my nigga)