Geico
Fn it's on my side right now we gone spin
Fuck it we shoot at his friends 556 in the wind gone hit up your kin
Nah grr we finna slide fuck is you testing
Yuh nigga luh maany pull up and he blow a weapon
Yea I'm way out the east coast I got the Wesson
Grr nigga we spin on your best friend
Pull out the stick trying to show them a trick fuck
Nigga he tried to run up got blitzed
Luh maany grave digger he run em down with them sticks
Tell that boy grab a casket he gone die in this bitch
Yea fuck is you talking about we finna pull up
Come through shaking the block in all black how we push up
Bitch stop showing them lil guns yea
I got some bitch shit that'll pull up knock your lil lungs
Nigga stop looking at me like your crazy nigga I'll shoot up the party yea
What you gone do with that lil 380 grr ar on me get to sparking
Yea I'm trying to slide in all black nigga fuck is you talking about
Ar on me right now trying to shoot up your mama house
He try some dumb domino bet we gone knock 'em down
Shoot like curry with stick but I'm trying to halk em down
Niggas be thinking I'm green fuck that shit nah this ain't no geico
She looked at me and said she ain sucking no dick I said ok bye hoe
I went money crazy I don't even tote no Blick nigga I ride with a riffle
Oh you wanna be a man nigga I'll kill a dyke hoe luh maany crazy
Yea luh maany psycho
Pull up boom boom yea here go the choppa sound zoom zoom skrt off
We done halked em down
Lil boy you can run nigga yea we gone walk you down
Pull up aiming the stick grr get gone rob him now
Nigga don't flinch in this hoe imma shoot yea
He talking to much nigga shoot off his tooth
Grr we finna aim at your roof rapping to much you gone die in that booth
Slide in all black nigga I got the dickies
Ya hoe in the back trying to give me a hickie
Don't ask if I got it know I got the blickie
Ya hoe steady jocking she trying to suck dick
Man fuck you and your clique yea hop out blowing this damn stick
Yea he tried to fight and caught eight quick
I'm not with that typing boy I send a blitz
Grr grr this shit get real in the field Ian lying boy I got some scars
People had snaked me people had hated me
But i had to show em that i ain't no boy
Grr nigga we ride around with them rods grr nigga
We ride around with them toys
He try some and he gone meet the lord
I ain't with all that talking I shoot it ong nigga
Fuck it we shoot at his friends 556 in the wind gone hit up your kin
Nah grr we finna slide fuck is you testing
Yuh nigga luh maany pull up and he blow a weapon
Yea I'm way out the east coast I got the Wesson
Grr nigga we spin on your best friend
Pull out the stick trying to show them a trick fuck
Nigga he tried to run up got blitzed
Luh maany grave digger he run em down with them sticks
Tell that boy grab a casket he gone die in this bitch
Yea fuck is you talking about we finna pull up
Come through shaking the block in all black how we push up
Bitch stop showing them lil guns yea
I got some bitch shit that'll pull up knock your lil lungs
Nigga stop looking at me like your crazy nigga I'll shoot up the party yea
What you gone do with that lil 380 grr ar on me get to sparking
Yea I'm trying to slide in all black nigga fuck is you talking about
Ar on me right now trying to shoot up your mama house
He try some dumb domino bet we gone knock 'em down
Shoot like curry with stick but I'm trying to halk em down
Niggas be thinking I'm green fuck that shit nah this ain't no geico
She looked at me and said she ain sucking no dick I said ok bye hoe
I went money crazy I don't even tote no Blick nigga I ride with a riffle
Oh you wanna be a man nigga I'll kill a dyke hoe luh maany crazy
Yea luh maany psycho
Pull up boom boom yea here go the choppa sound zoom zoom skrt off
We done halked em down
Lil boy you can run nigga yea we gone walk you down
Pull up aiming the stick grr get gone rob him now
Nigga don't flinch in this hoe imma shoot yea
He talking to much nigga shoot off his tooth
Grr we finna aim at your roof rapping to much you gone die in that booth
Slide in all black nigga I got the dickies
Ya hoe in the back trying to give me a hickie
Don't ask if I got it know I got the blickie
Ya hoe steady jocking she trying to suck dick
Man fuck you and your clique yea hop out blowing this damn stick
Yea he tried to fight and caught eight quick
I'm not with that typing boy I send a blitz
Grr grr this shit get real in the field Ian lying boy I got some scars
People had snaked me people had hated me
But i had to show em that i ain't no boy
Grr nigga we ride around with them rods grr nigga
We ride around with them toys
He try some and he gone meet the lord
I ain't with all that talking I shoot it ong nigga
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Writer(s): Immanuel Likezo
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