Geeked (feat. C-HII WVTTZ, Set Da Trend & Dougie B)
(Glo made that beat?)
(Hahaha, yeah Shomii on the beat,)
(you already know how we rockin', man)
Niggas not fuckin wit' us
Everything DOA, nigga
Smoking every dead nigga
If you fuck with them, nigga
We smoking 'em, nigga
Fuck you talkin' bout, nigga
Everything K, nigga
Fuck, grrt, suck my dick
Oh my God
Bitch, I'm Get Back Gang
Not Sit Back Gang
Like, no nigga, you better listen
Better not run
'cause we totin' this pole
Couple shots to his chest
How the fuck he ain't go?
Bullets, they hit up
His face and his throat
Bad bitch in the cut
And she givin' me throat
(Gang, gang, gang)
Bet you I'm leaving the thottie
Too slow
Hollows they hit him
It rip through his coat
Leg shot gang
But we aim for thе throat
And his mans kept runnin'
I only let two (Grrt)
Like, fuck that nigga, I spin
Don't aim for thе chest nigga
Aim for the chin (Gang, gang, gang)
That nigga got hit
Got a permanent limp
We see a notification
My niggas, they ridin'
My niggas, they ready to spin
We see a opp, hop out
My niggas, they buggin'
They ready to throw 'bout ten
That nigga pussy
He copped a new chop'
That shit collect dust
That nigga ain't spin
We catch a opp broad day, now that nigga runnin', he stupid
He better not trip (Dummy)
Kay-Kay he buggin', he hop out the V
Start throwin' these bullets
Collide to his ribs (Gang)
Dougie the Makk
Stop talking on rap
And these caps
These niggas they know where we live (EWOK)
Bullets start flyin'
Don't care what party outside
Like hollows, they make him do flips
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Like, nigga he pussy, he Rick
Don't got my gun on my side
He thinkin' we lackin'
Told Swervo to pass me the blick'
We spin anywhere, one shot
Tell Bricks, stop lyin'
He really not bendin' the strip
Sha Gz pussy, he bendin' himself
One call and yell niggas names out the whip
I got a chop' and
You know I ain't passin'
Run up on me and
I'm lettin' you have it
Two-three shots
Turn a nigga to a has-been
Mexi don't spin
Like stop all the cappin'
Got beat in a cab
We ran up what's crackin'?
Fuck Money Matt
Got poked by a faggot
Y'all ain't spin for y'all mans
Y'all need to stop rappin' (Boom)
Y'all ain't spin for y'all mans
Y'all need to stop rappin
Niggas know who the best
It ain't up for debate
Should've seen Yogi face when
I up'd it and sprayed
Nigga lucky it jammed
Me and Nas on court
Like we did it again
Been 94K, now I'm smokin' your mans
Blizzy he ran
Put faith in lil' Naz
Know he totin' the ten
For Mally, I'm uppin,'
Put niggas on shirts
Smokin the Dummy
Know he got it worst
Spin through the A
Shootin' niggas for fun
Don't think that I'm lackin'
AJ got the gun
Smokin' them dead niggas by the tongue
I never got hit by a bus
Is you dumb?
This .40 I got
Got unlimited drums
Tryna spin on my side
On JB, leave you done
New opp
It's still RIP Baby
Old opps
We still smokin' on Shaney
It's a good day
We gon' beat on his baby
Throw up MB and just
Watch how they hate me
Baddie, she bangin' like Cardi
Baby get muddy
We don't do Bacardi
DOA be the gang
GBG, EBK boomin' for Blay
Internet dissin' and
Niggas be snakes
Bitches be treeshin'
And feenin' to quay
And if I see the deez
My adrenaline rush
Don't give a fuck,bitch
I'm lettin' it dump
They be like
"Dougz, you be doin' too much"
"They be clickin' too much"
It's the demon in us
Like hol' on
But enough is enough
Get on the beat and I'm fuckin' it up
Been in the field
That shit never was fun
I get so much attention
I walk wit' a gun
(Hahaha, yeah Shomii on the beat,)
(you already know how we rockin', man)
Niggas not fuckin wit' us
Everything DOA, nigga
Smoking every dead nigga
If you fuck with them, nigga
We smoking 'em, nigga
Fuck you talkin' bout, nigga
Everything K, nigga
Fuck, grrt, suck my dick
Oh my God
Bitch, I'm Get Back Gang
Not Sit Back Gang
Like, no nigga, you better listen
Better not run
'cause we totin' this pole
Couple shots to his chest
How the fuck he ain't go?
Bullets, they hit up
His face and his throat
Bad bitch in the cut
And she givin' me throat
(Gang, gang, gang)
Bet you I'm leaving the thottie
Too slow
Hollows they hit him
It rip through his coat
Leg shot gang
But we aim for thе throat
And his mans kept runnin'
I only let two (Grrt)
Like, fuck that nigga, I spin
Don't aim for thе chest nigga
Aim for the chin (Gang, gang, gang)
That nigga got hit
Got a permanent limp
We see a notification
My niggas, they ridin'
My niggas, they ready to spin
We see a opp, hop out
My niggas, they buggin'
They ready to throw 'bout ten
That nigga pussy
He copped a new chop'
That shit collect dust
That nigga ain't spin
We catch a opp broad day, now that nigga runnin', he stupid
He better not trip (Dummy)
Kay-Kay he buggin', he hop out the V
Start throwin' these bullets
Collide to his ribs (Gang)
Dougie the Makk
Stop talking on rap
And these caps
These niggas they know where we live (EWOK)
Bullets start flyin'
Don't care what party outside
Like hollows, they make him do flips
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Like, nigga he pussy, he Rick
Don't got my gun on my side
He thinkin' we lackin'
Told Swervo to pass me the blick'
We spin anywhere, one shot
Tell Bricks, stop lyin'
He really not bendin' the strip
Sha Gz pussy, he bendin' himself
One call and yell niggas names out the whip
I got a chop' and
You know I ain't passin'
Run up on me and
I'm lettin' you have it
Two-three shots
Turn a nigga to a has-been
Mexi don't spin
Like stop all the cappin'
Got beat in a cab
We ran up what's crackin'?
Fuck Money Matt
Got poked by a faggot
Y'all ain't spin for y'all mans
Y'all need to stop rappin' (Boom)
Y'all ain't spin for y'all mans
Y'all need to stop rappin
Niggas know who the best
It ain't up for debate
Should've seen Yogi face when
I up'd it and sprayed
Nigga lucky it jammed
Me and Nas on court
Like we did it again
Been 94K, now I'm smokin' your mans
Blizzy he ran
Put faith in lil' Naz
Know he totin' the ten
For Mally, I'm uppin,'
Put niggas on shirts
Smokin the Dummy
Know he got it worst
Spin through the A
Shootin' niggas for fun
Don't think that I'm lackin'
AJ got the gun
Smokin' them dead niggas by the tongue
I never got hit by a bus
Is you dumb?
This .40 I got
Got unlimited drums
Tryna spin on my side
On JB, leave you done
New opp
It's still RIP Baby
Old opps
We still smokin' on Shaney
It's a good day
We gon' beat on his baby
Throw up MB and just
Watch how they hate me
Baddie, she bangin' like Cardi
Baby get muddy
We don't do Bacardi
DOA be the gang
GBG, EBK boomin' for Blay
Internet dissin' and
Niggas be snakes
Bitches be treeshin'
And feenin' to quay
And if I see the deez
My adrenaline rush
Don't give a fuck,bitch
I'm lettin' it dump
They be like
"Dougz, you be doin' too much"
"They be clickin' too much"
It's the demon in us
Like hol' on
But enough is enough
Get on the beat and I'm fuckin' it up
Been in the field
That shit never was fun
I get so much attention
I walk wit' a gun
Credits
Writer(s): Damien Beepat, Arion Howard Lee, Benjamin Mariano
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