Playin' Da Fifty - Geeked up
Ian playin' wit them Niggas they playin' the 50
Tell them bitches come and get me
If you don't you gon' be sick V
Keep a Glock in my reach, Ian turning my back like I'm Ricky
You gon' die if you reach for my citi
Give a round of applause for the city
Wan drop but ion think that I'm litty (Woah)
Hold up, riding round wit' this bitch tell 'em hold up
You want beef, well lor bitch inna show 'em
They ain't fucking with me, ion bro him
Why he hit my phone, Ian wit' the joking
Bitch I'm stuff inna booth, get the flow in
I'm putting shit on, need me a stylist
She gimme brain but, she nit doing college
I hit the gas and I fuck up the mileage
When I'm with my bitch, ion even think 'bout the violence
I'm going hard but, don't think that I'm trying
Nigga get in the broad day
Trynna get shit done, you was sitting up inna hallway
Ya bitch ass, getting mad with my rich ass
Get the feature for free, how I did that?
Niggas come around in the bitch ways and the bitch ways and I hate that
She not a ten, I won't date that
Bitches lying onna block and I hate that
When I'm on north Bourne like say that, when I'm on north Bourne like say that
That's just how I feel today, how I feel today
How I feel today? Fuck you niggas how I feel today
Aye, Ian fucking wit' you niggas boy
Got the heater boy, Glock in the 2-seater boy
Tell them bitches come and get me
If you don't you gon' be sick V
Keep a Glock in my reach, Ian turning my back like I'm Ricky
You gon' die if you reach for my citi
Give a round of applause for the city
Wan drop but ion think that I'm litty (Woah)
Hold up, riding round wit' this bitch tell 'em hold up
You want beef, well lor bitch inna show 'em
They ain't fucking with me, ion bro him
Why he hit my phone, Ian wit' the joking
Bitch I'm stuff inna booth, get the flow in
I'm putting shit on, need me a stylist
She gimme brain but, she nit doing college
I hit the gas and I fuck up the mileage
When I'm with my bitch, ion even think 'bout the violence
I'm going hard but, don't think that I'm trying
Nigga get in the broad day
Trynna get shit done, you was sitting up inna hallway
Ya bitch ass, getting mad with my rich ass
Get the feature for free, how I did that?
Niggas come around in the bitch ways and the bitch ways and I hate that
She not a ten, I won't date that
Bitches lying onna block and I hate that
When I'm on north Bourne like say that, when I'm on north Bourne like say that
That's just how I feel today, how I feel today
How I feel today? Fuck you niggas how I feel today
Aye, Ian fucking wit' you niggas boy
Got the heater boy, Glock in the 2-seater boy
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Writer(s): Lor Glizz
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