Gene N Judes

Yuh
Shi
Shi
Shi
Shi
Say where Robb at?

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Feeling like a pack I got packed up
Getting all my racks I watch it stack up
If you stressing don’t you call for backup

All my bros up in field they be feigning hard
Chicago is my city don’t you step up in my yard
Yellow card, yellow bone bitch yellow car
Robbing all the places in bazaar
Stepping into Gene n Gudes with my fuckin’ ricks (that shit tasty)
Buying grub for all my boys we just sold some bricks
I just broke a tree and I hit you with the stick
We might pull up if we can hit a lick
Yeah I’m feeling sneaky just like a ninja
Hella bitches on me and they all be taking pictures (pictures)
Sipping on my juice and straight from the pitcher
Got this power coming from me I feel like I’m the Witcher (The third one)
Tell that bitch I came but I swear I be acting
She suckin’ on my penis and then we get to smackin’
These oppas claim that they really be about that action
Then I pull up to they house and figure out they cappin’

THAT WAS IT

Bitch I’m feining up I need the gas pack
No lil hoe you can’t get yo bitch back
Keep a hundred pounds in my fuckin’ backpack
Say where Robb at?
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Feeling like a pack I got packed up
Getting all my racks I watch it stack up
If you stressing don’t you call for backup
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Wee woo
Wee woo
Wee woo
Wee woo
WEE WOO 
WEE WOO WEE WOO