Young Gemni - Fake Ass Rapper From Oakwood

{Hook 1}
Lil boy keep talking im ready to murk a nigga
We gonna let him keep running until we hurt the nigga
He think im a bitch i'm spamming the trigger
He a fake ass rapper the way the bullets hit him he turn to a faggit ass singer

{Verse 1}
Pull up to my enemies got them scared like meek mill
Spitting on my opps they like Curtis chill
Got him laying on the ground like he trynna chill
Standing over the body like how these bullets fell
Got shawty wet her pussy smell like a seal
If we spin wе coming to kill hit him in the head thesе bullets drill
Got him swallowing the bullet like a pill
He talking like he really kill my pockets feel like uncle phil

Fuck nigga don’t be come outside cuz we sprying shit
Don't run up pussy cuz you will get hit
Bitch i'm Gemni bitch im wit da shit
Keep talking pussy you end up missing have yo mama throw a fit

I've been getting bands this shit ain't new to me
I've been carring that heat on me like 23
Im the king nigga you below me
You said you gonna kill me nigga come and show me
Bullets flying in the air like a frisbee
My chain heavy like the chain gang

I was raise with violence this is me I ain’t trynna hide it
They want me to smile I told em when my opps die that's the only time i'm excited
Got a bad bitch she rolling exotic feel like jaden yungen 23 island
All 3s perfect timing
Got big rocks the diamonds shing
Get that paper out my face I ain't sign
The way how these bullets hit him got his mama crying

Yo mama dead nigga get that shit out yo head
What you gonna do ill say that shit again dj run that shit back
“Yo mama dead nigga get that shit out yo head”
Like I thought lil nigga now get that bitch out yo head

{Hook 2}
Lil boy keep talking i’m ready to murk a nigga
We gonna let him keep running until we hurt the nigga
He think im a bitch i'm spamming the trigger
He a fake ass rapper the way the bullets hit him he turn to a faggit ass singer
{Verse 2}
I'm on the top who gonna knock me down were the challenge at
Nigga talking tuff wait till I come back imma run stump threw yo trap
And my army gonna march threw yo trap beefing with me better have yo Glock on yo lap
Pussy betta stay strap imma a killa put these bullets threw yo hat
These niggas hang on my dick get the fuck off my sack
Aye were they at
Aye aye were they at
Drinking that monster bring that energy back i’m the one making the plays i’m the quarterback
I’m throwing bullets betta throw some back

You better shack some cause im getting disrespectful in this track
Hit him in the stomach bullet go threw his back
Shoot him in the head listen to his skull crack
Dissing my opps I bet this there sisters favorite track
You come home and see me blowing out yo sister back
While yo mama recording and yo dad in the back counting racks
Just to look rich I use to sell crack made him glitch I created a hack
His mom and grandma dead i guess we created a pac
His mom and grandma dead i guess we created a pac
His mom and grandma dead i guess we created a pac

{Hook 3}
Lil boy keep talking im ready to murk a nigga
We gonna let him keep running until we hurt the nigga
He think im a bitch i'm spamming the trigger
He a fake ass rapper the way the bullets hit him he turn to a faggit ass singer

Lil boy keep talking im ready to murk a nigga
We gonna let him keep running until we hurt the nigga
He think im a bitch i'm spamming the trigger
He a fake ass rapper the way the

Lil boy keep talking im ready to murk a nigga
We gonna let him keep running until we hurt the nigga
He think im a bitch i'm spamming the trigger
He a fake ass rapper the way the bullets hit him he turn to a faggit ass singer