Geek'd
Bitch im geek'd
Walk round wit my heat (Wit my heater)
We gon creep
Nigga when its beef (Skrt skrt)
On the street
Leave that boy deceased
Yeah he had his wooley but he chose to use his feet
(Stupid)
Bitch im geek'd up ride round wit my heat tucked
Make us creep up now that boy a sleep uh
For that feature you bet come wit check
That lil bih a thottie told that bih just give me neck
She can't get my core told that bih this ain no vet
Ballout like the NBA im tryna cop some tech
That boy going MIA he play round wit that check
Shorty said ima dog bih don't think that im yo pet
Fuck allat talking I pull up an hit em wit 2
Im hanging out the roof
They gon do this and that told em do what you do
Lame niggas frontin they moves
Can't beef wit them you can't beef wit feds
They gon keep talking till they homie dead
Loaded off tech im loaded of meds
(Aye dat lean bih)
Bitch im geek'd
Walk round wit my heat (wit my heater)
We gon creep
Nigga when its beef (Skrt skrt)
On the street
Leave that boy deceased
Yeah he had his wooley but he chose to use his feet
(Stupid)
Bitch im geek'd up ride round wit my heat tucked
Make us creep up now that boy a sleep uh
For that feature you bet come wit check
That lil bih a thottie told that bih just give me neck
She can't get my core told that bih this ain no vet
Ballout like the NBA im tryna cop some tech
That boy going MIA he play round wit that check
Shorty said ima dog bih don't think that im yo pet
(Lil Bitch)
Bitch im at yo neck like a muhfuckin turtle
Up wit the stick make these niggas do hurdles they running like track
She scream out my name while I beat from the back
Run off on me you get popped in the back
I get that guap gonna reg
They gone quote what I said
Don't worry bout me do you instead
Bitch im geek'd
Walk round wit my heat (Wit my heater)
We gon creep
Nigga when its beef (Skrt skrt)
On the street
Leave that boy deceased
Yeah he had his wooley but he chose to use his feet
(Stupid)
Bitch im geek'd up ride round wit my heat tucked
Make us creep up now that boy a sleep uh
For that feature you bet come wit check
That lil bih a thottie told that bih just give me neck
She can't get my core told that bih this ain no vet
Ballout like the NBA im tryna cop some tech
That boy going MIA he play round wit that check
Shorty said ima dog bih don't think that im yo pet
Walk round wit my heat (Wit my heater)
We gon creep
Nigga when its beef (Skrt skrt)
On the street
Leave that boy deceased
Yeah he had his wooley but he chose to use his feet
(Stupid)
Bitch im geek'd up ride round wit my heat tucked
Make us creep up now that boy a sleep uh
For that feature you bet come wit check
That lil bih a thottie told that bih just give me neck
She can't get my core told that bih this ain no vet
Ballout like the NBA im tryna cop some tech
That boy going MIA he play round wit that check
Shorty said ima dog bih don't think that im yo pet
Fuck allat talking I pull up an hit em wit 2
Im hanging out the roof
They gon do this and that told em do what you do
Lame niggas frontin they moves
Can't beef wit them you can't beef wit feds
They gon keep talking till they homie dead
Loaded off tech im loaded of meds
(Aye dat lean bih)
Bitch im geek'd
Walk round wit my heat (wit my heater)
We gon creep
Nigga when its beef (Skrt skrt)
On the street
Leave that boy deceased
Yeah he had his wooley but he chose to use his feet
(Stupid)
Bitch im geek'd up ride round wit my heat tucked
Make us creep up now that boy a sleep uh
For that feature you bet come wit check
That lil bih a thottie told that bih just give me neck
She can't get my core told that bih this ain no vet
Ballout like the NBA im tryna cop some tech
That boy going MIA he play round wit that check
Shorty said ima dog bih don't think that im yo pet
(Lil Bitch)
Bitch im at yo neck like a muhfuckin turtle
Up wit the stick make these niggas do hurdles they running like track
She scream out my name while I beat from the back
Run off on me you get popped in the back
I get that guap gonna reg
They gone quote what I said
Don't worry bout me do you instead
Bitch im geek'd
Walk round wit my heat (Wit my heater)
We gon creep
Nigga when its beef (Skrt skrt)
On the street
Leave that boy deceased
Yeah he had his wooley but he chose to use his feet
(Stupid)
Bitch im geek'd up ride round wit my heat tucked
Make us creep up now that boy a sleep uh
For that feature you bet come wit check
That lil bih a thottie told that bih just give me neck
She can't get my core told that bih this ain no vet
Ballout like the NBA im tryna cop some tech
That boy going MIA he play round wit that check
Shorty said ima dog bih don't think that im yo pet
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Writer(s): Cameron Dillard
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