Genie (feat. JYT)

Poof out I'm beaming It's your boy Skuro the Genie I'll be in your pocket rub if you need me And off I go poof out I'm beaming Dropped off the plane, Fucked up off the vodka Copped me a bottle, Full throttle top to bottom I'm on the loose Sipping liquor in my army boots It's gnarly dude They say you shouldn't mix Harleys and booze But I'm on the freeway speeding Popping wheelies on the road screaming Feeding of the chaos I'm seeing, Feeling all of that Rub the genie out the bottle Grant me wishes Grant me money, fame and bitches Grant all the things I been asking for but never got Gimme all the dough Just listen Poof out I'm beaming It's your boy Skuro the Genie I'll be in your pocket rub if you need me And off I go poof out I'm beaming Dropped out the plane Keep it groovy with the bossa nova Mixing vodka with some bubblegum no soda Double bottles No models Whipping full throttle Riding shotgun with Muff Man Wagwan when we pulling duffels Fucking A&Rs need aspirin Keep your mats matting I'll keep my hats hatting Leave 'em wondering where you've been Playing schlager with your boys that ain't Drip Poof out I'm beaming It's your boy Skuro the Genie I'll be in your pocket rub if you need me And off I go poof out I'm beaming I let it all hang out like I'm hang gliding Once I get a hang of something I can't stop holding on to it like it owe me money Double bottles in my hand A couple honeys in my Benz When I close my eyes I see rabbits pulling outta hats I must be tripping wishing for better things With this whiskey bottle lodged in my head I'll be rubbing on it 'til I'm dead This Genie got a hold of me And it keeps denying me Still I can't get myself to stop Every Friday night I'm ready to rock and poof Poof out I'm beaming It's your boy Skuro the Genie I'll be in your pocket rub if you need me And off I go poof out I'm beaming Poof out I'm beaming It's your boy Skuro the Genie I'll be in your pocket rub if you need me And off I go poof out I'm beaming