Big Geek

(It's a whole lot of mufuckin' rappers claimin' they really scammin' shit
Really slidin' shit, really out here poppin' beans and shit
Don't nobody do it like my brother Apex
Y'all weak as fuck
Y'all some pink panty wearin' mufuckas)

Aye, Who the fuck is cuddie?
He keep on lookin' funny we gon' teach him how to dougie
Like a safe code, get it crackin' on you dummies
I'm still in take mode, you ain't gettin' nothin' from me
Muthafuck a drip, this a big leak, ouu
Yeah I'm Lil Yay but I'm Big Geek, too
Feds get behind me, what you think I'm finna do?
Turnin' into Soulja Boy, bussin' me a "youuu"
Hold on, wait, hut 1, hut 2
I was hittin' i5, you was prolly hittin' snooze
Callin' her yo bitch, come an' get her, she confused
I'm Yizzy and I specialize in breakin' all the rules
If you really hate it, then come and line me muthafucka
I'm affiliated, with some grimey muthafuckas
I told dextroamphetamine I love her
I got a very high tolerance for uppers
50 milligrams I might swallow it for supper
Im a i5 what? certified road runner
Big, big drip I ain't got no plumber
White girl from the city, she don't know I stole from her

(It's GeekTeam nigga, these niggas know they not fuckin' witchu
Far as niggas concerned I'm broke
Nigga can't get shit from me except for pressure on yo throat, nigga)

Hit a lick then lay low, stack that
Take a risk for the bank roll, the backpack
Make a rich nigga pay tolls, Fastrak
She keep callin' me a A-hole, I am that
She ah do it if I say so, huh, clap that
Pop it on me like a Draco, throw that ass back
I was down on my last gettin', laughed at
Get it crackin' like a safe code where the cash at

Bitch I'm good with details, I got 30 phone numbers I got 50 emails
I been feelin' drippy I might need some Vlone
Hit that nigga Matty Ruger I ain't payin' retail
If both phones ringin', I pick up the jack first
I'm 'bout to run a play soon as I do this last verse
She gon' take a nap, I'm gon' break her back first
My baby very bad, don't nobody act worse
Aye, beast, all this nigga ever do is slide, nigga sheesh
They done let a muthafuckin' dog off the leash
Voices in my head, nigga all I hear is "Eat"
Money counter noises, all I hear is "Frrrrr, Beep"
Loud in this booth I can't even hear no beat
Lion in my blood I can't even hear no sheep
I don't got the time, could you please take a seat
You say that bitch is yours, please show me the receipts
It's scam season baby, all my niggas play for keeps
Lotta' hands reachin' lately, damn I really hate a leech
She actin' like a lady like she really ain't no freak
If she ain't tryna pay me, can't affiliate with Geek



Credits
Writer(s): Nekhi Foster
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