​green hill zone

[Intro: Cosznmo]
Ayy, yeah, slatt, gang
Ayy, gang, uh, big slatt, gang
Bitch, slime, slatt, ayy, ayy, grrah, grrah (We love you, Coz)

[Chorus: Cosznmo]
She think she Sonic, she can't get a ring (Uh)
Madonna, this choppa gon' sing
Searching for opps like I'm typing in Bing
Bullets gon' shoot like a sling
We got the drop, now we marking the ping
Shots to his back give him wings
Sliding all black and no yang to the yin
Trampoline Glock, let it rain how it spring (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Cosznmo]
And I keep me a drum like Medusa
Pokémon, we get him packed like a booster
Shooting for fun if this Glock a commuter
Three niggas slide and send shots like Bermuda (Uh)
Get him put in a box like computer
Bacon's is low, so let's stop, no recruiter
Blow up your spot, better cop a dеfuser (Yeah)
No Master Splintеr, we sending him shells
Shots, let it rain, feel like Yeat with the bells
Price on his head make him drop like a sale
Shots from the blazer, my Glock on a trail
My shooter stay fly, call that nigga Tails
Free all my brothers locked up with no bail
This beam on his head get him pinned like a nail

[Chorus: Cosznmo]
She think she Sonic, she can't get a ring (Uh)
Madonna, this choppa gon' sing
Searching for opps like I'm typing in Bing
Bullets gon' shoot like a sling
We got the drop, now we marking the ping
Shots to his back give him wings
Sliding all black and no yang to the yin
Trampoline Glock, let it rain how it spring

[Chorus 2: GENO W.I.P.]
Came with a stick, make him bend like Aang
Came with a blick, make him big like bang
Came with a rope and I'm letting him hang
Choppa an opera, I'm letting it sang
These niggas be talking, I stay in the void
And niggas ain't rapping, they just making noise
I'm with the gang, I'm with the boys
And you tryna talk, but you ain't got the voice (Yeah, huh)

[Verse 2: GENO W.I.P.]
You ain't got the vocals
Stay on my own, I don't talk to the locals
'Cause I see you hoes treat me like a mogul
Fuck with the kid, nigga, Jared Fogle
I had the gas tanker like a Nazi
Don't shoot shit, niggas paparazzi
Hating ass nigga, get a hobby
This ain't Hilfiger, I ride with a Tommy (Ayy, hey)
And I bet you ain't notice
I'm in this bitch running shit like the POTUS
I kick shit, nigga, Hidden Lotus
Where is the gas? Nigga, you is bogus
Where is the gas? Nigga smoking midpack
Niggas be talking, I ain't with the chit-chat
Your song ass, nigga like, what is that?
I see the bag, nigga, I'ma get that

[Chorus 2: GENO W.I.P.]
Came with a stick, make him bend like Aang
Came with a blick, make him big like bang
Came with a rope and I'm letting him hang
Choppa an opera, I'm letting it sang
These niggas be talking, I stay in the void
And niggas ain't rapping, they just making noise
I'm with the gang, I'm with the boys
And you tryna talk, but you ain't got the voice

[Verse 3: GENO W.I.P.]
Steady talking, I don't hear it
Choppa do magic, that boy disappearing
He want the static, but we is not fearing
Feel like a God, call me Lord Beerus (Ayy)
Like, why is you mad, though?
I'm in the cut, I'm rizzing up a bad ho
I'm finna skate on the beat like Shadow
Pull out the stick and he shake and he rattle (Gang, Wider Beats)