[Lyric] ​days inn (GENO W.I.P.)

[Intro]
Ayy, huh (Yuki Productions)

[Verse 1: GENO W.I.P.]
These niggas know that I came in (Ayy)
Talk to 'em like, "Boy, what the fuck is you saying?"
Pull out the choppa, it spray 'til the day end
I got your shorty, take her to the Days Inn
Pull out that stick and that shit'll filet him
And he talk, but he really a sham
That nigga talk, but he really a phony
And his thottie acting like she know me
On top, lil' nigga can't hold me
Stay on my grind, feel like I'm Tony
Stay on my grind, feel like a skater
Bitch, I been serving niggas like a waiter
I'm in the cut, bitch, I'll see you later
I seen it once, but I could never date her
Huh, if that nigga want the static, let it spark
If this bitch, she let me hit, then I'ma knock it out the park
You can come up with me, but you gotta play your part
And that nigga hella funny, is your uncle Kevin Hart?
I can snap, don't make me start
Damn, this pack, it smell like fart
Love no thot, can't break me heart
And that boy get popped like tart
Wait, okay, bitch, I'ma keep it on lock
And I tried to be cool, but that nigga a opp
And you niggas get played like a safe, oh
And the money don't want me to save y'all, okay (We love you, Coz)
[Verse 2: Cosznmo]
Brodie, he up the trap, got a kickback (Uh)
Got a clip and it's pushing his shit back
Put an X with that O with his toe like a tic-tac (Uh)
Play and talk on the 'net, you ain't click back
Niggas be chatting, I swear it be clickbait (Uh)
Sent to God with his mans like a shipmate
Shorty gon' do what I say like I dictate
Put a lot to his vest like an inmate (Yeah)
And I'm in the trap, serving out a Honda
Sliding all black, nigga, like it's Donda
Undeserting his squad, nigga, like Rwanda (Yeah)
Got an African plug, call him Mamadou
Slide, you gon' blast to [?] like Osama do
We not gon' keep for your life like Obama do (Yeah)
Flexing the fake guns never nothing
Drum get to banging niggas like percussion
On the bluff like Putin, I might have to rush in (Yeah)
I got a white shooter, call him Cole
Shoot at a opp, make him see the pole
And we sliding in white masks with a robe (Yeah)
Put a opp on a tee, now he hanged up
Niggas not started, we went in and changed up
Stay with some dogs, so you know that we fanged up (Yeah)
James Bond, Glock gon' serve that boy O's
Seven niggas getting shot in a row
That ho stay on her knees like she gon' propose
Done with that ho, let me go dispose (Uh), boy, we not gon' recycle
Slide with a blick and a mask like I'm Michael (Uh)
Niggas follow my lead like Disciples (Yeah, uh, hold on)
And we slide twelve deep like we an apostle
And we searching for skulls like we needing fossils
And we let it— (Grrah, grrah, grrah)