Gen 3

[Intro: Burna Bandz] Yeah, uh [Verse 1: Burna Bandz] Crodie, he a Wassa, he prefer the Gen3 Ain't know no other way but gettin' money servin' fiends And I can't tote that 9 if it hold less than seventeen My bitch rock Alexander Wang, I'm rockin' Alexander McQueen I know everything what it seems You know salt, it look like sugar, you know ice look like VVS Ain't no "I" in team, need them members here with me Treat the opps just like some pussy, we gon' make 'em bleed all week We gon' see who really street, see who really keep a heat Catch him down bad, I'ma put that glizzy on repeat My left wrist Cartier, my right wrist Van Cleef I can tell she bought a bag, she got swag like me If he's gon' come like every time, you know we got that high heat His trap ain't really boomin', he can't afford f*ck up the re' Who really ballin' when it's sunset and dawn, we gon' see He ain't never fucked up fifty thousand in a week [Chorus: Burna Bandz] Ain't too many got it out of ground like me They try jack the sound, can't nobody sound like me Ridin' with that tre pound, not the SIG, it's the glees This is Gen4, cro' said he prefer the Gen3 Ain't too many got it out of ground like me They try jack the sound, can't nobody sound like me Ridin' with that tre pound, not the SIG, it's the glees This is Gen4, cro' said he prefer the Gen3 [Verse 2: Bundog] This is Gen5, if it got a switch, it's Gen3 No period, but I watch that pussy nigga bleed (Glee) I ain't talkin' bout no beats But you can ask Murda, left his homie in the streets Shootin' shit up like Dalano, man, I should have made the league Ain't playin' no piano, but you know I play with keys Every member got a thirty like Curry throwin' threes If he 3LK, then we hit him with the beam [Verse 3: Why G] He got killed inside his house, uh, now I feel like Scream Blood flowin' from his head, that's a different type of stream Nut drippin' from her mouth, it look like some whipped cream Big stepper, but my shoes not size sixteen Two shots out the fours, look like smoke screen My croski got a needle, not for vaccine That's the [dolo?], fent' and benzo with the caffeine Crodie keep that thirty, I can kill him with a less than three [Chorus: Burna Bandz] Ain't too many got it out of ground like me They try jack the sound, can't nobody sound like me Ridin' with that tre pound, not the SIG, it's the glees This is Gen4, cro' said he prefer the Gen3 Ain't too many got it out of ground like me They try jack the sound, can't nobody sound like me Ridin' with that tre pound, not the SIG, it's the glees This is Gen4, cro' said he prefer the Gen3 [Verse 4: J Neat] Why all these niggas tryna be like me? House for my crodie shoes, should have been in streets You can call it wagyu how we cookin' up the beef Tell me what you want, one-forty of the thieves Fuckin' with my bag gon' put you in a coffin How we caught you sippin', nigga, caught you when you walkin' I'm off this Benny, nigga, I don't do no talkin' I'm off this Benny, nigga, I don't do no— (Ah) Run up this money, I can do it all day They tryna franchise, go three ways Need a pair of Rollie, I'ma make 'em plain No nigga like me, do what he say All these sticks in the car, I'm just tryna get away Put the jakes on a chase, tell cro' don't hit the breaks I ain't gotta pump fake 'cause I got it on my waist If a nigga run up on me, he won't see another day [Chorus: Burna Bandz] Ain't too many got it out of ground like me They try jack the sound, can't nobody sound like me Ridin' with that tre pound, not the SIG, it's the glees This is Gen4, cro' said he prefer the Gen3 Ain't too many got it out of ground like me They try jack the sound, can't nobody sound like me Ridin' with that tre pound, not the SIG, it's the glees This is Gen4, cro' said he prefer the Gen3