New Gen

Yo Yo, Pierre., you wanna come out here Too many racks been coming in Now she mad she cant get in I was down bad all I did was pray pray pray just to win Know my shorty gripping glock 40s this the new fucking gen Too geeked up ain't touching pens too geeked up ain't touching cigs These boys really be undercover pigs how fast can you run if I lift the stick. All I really wanted for Christmas was a holster for my blick, and a bad bitch to suck my dick Better run these chos up, f*ck you mean I've been chilling with the gang, but late at night I need my bitch, told lil' shorty We locked in, but if you f*ck me over, better think again, I've been geeking out again Them racks, so I'm chasing them again No, I ain't chasing' me, no bitch them racks, that's all I ever need Hop on the track, can't f*ck with me, gone f*ck then I'm pullin' her tracks again, pull that Glock right out my pocket, he be running track again, over here I'm playing defense, playing good defense Too many racks been coming in, now she mad she can't get in, I was down bad, all I did Was pray, pray, pray, just to win, know my shorty gripping' Glock 40's, this the new Fuckin' gen, two geeked up, ain't smokin' pens, two geeked up, ain't touchin' cigs Dese boys really be undercover, pigs how, fast can you run if he lift the stick All I really wanted for Christmas was a holster for my blick, and a bad bitch to suck my Dick Better run these choos up, f*ck you mean Better run these choos up, f*ck you mean