Bic

Ay, look, ay
Uh, Lil Geekee on this fuckin' beat
Ay, look
Check me out, check me out
Look
Ay
Ay, fuck that bitch
I'm getting my mo'fuckin' bread up
And you know we step
Pull up on us and we at your mo'fuckin' neck
Ay, I fucked on that bitch three times
Ένα, δύο, τρία
Shawty said she gettin cold
Ella tiene fría
Cause I put that mo'fuckin' ice on her
Water pull up in a lake
And I fuck that bitch she got cake
Hit and leave like a mo'fuckin' rake, ay
And I do this shit everyday
Pull up with glocks we gon' spray
Mo'fucker you are my prey
This shit ain't made out of clay
Mo'fucker get out my mo'fuckin' way
She eat it up like a buffet 
Foreign cars up in the driveway
She say it's a typo, nah I can pay
I'm sippin' lean, I keep it clean
Come with a choppa it came with a beam
Yeah, I'm sippin' lean, pure codeine
We air it out like it's a breeze
Judge please, give me that plea
We in the back high up in the trees
He say he live we kill 'em on stream we kill him on screen
Fuckin' on two bitches make it three your bitch is a fiend
She suckin' on D cause she like the taste
I'ma pull up with a K
Just in case a motherfucker ain't okay with me
Nigga call for a feature, he hearin' that tone
Came a long way from sittin' on my throne
Yea we smokin' loud gas, nigga pass me the bowl
Used to shop at Payless now i'm dripped in Vlone
Copped a new Forgiato, luxury shit
If you fuckin' wit' gang, you get popped like a zit
Indian wit' the red dot, never gon' miss
Yea we up in the stu, keep it lit like a BIC
All these niggas be claimin' that they be down to ride
But they cut off just like they circumcised
Yea I nut off, she got white in her eye
The flagellum, she gon' taste it tonight
Yea i'm fuckin' yo' bitch 5 times a week
Only skill that she got is bein' in them sheets
Yea my rap flow, yea that shit hard to beat
All these racks flow, bitch that's my sorcery
I'ma pull up to his house
And I'ma fuck on his spouse
I got the smoke come and get it right now
I'm with the squad please don't get them aroused
I'ma get big get on stage and then jump in the crowd, look
Say they want pictures but they ain't allowed, ay
Mo'fucker we gettin' loud
Yea we gettin' loud
Why the fuck you got two x's in your name
Put two in your head and you got no brain
I'm the main man lion you cannot tame
I'ma get big and get power and fame
And everybody gonna know my name Lil Geekee
They all gon' scream my name up at my shows
I'm in this shit lil bitch ten toes down
And you know I'm with the bros
I'm livin' life, bitch
Anthony Ramos, I'm in the heights
I'm drippin' off I'm fly like a kite
Like I am Pop Smoke thief in the night
Glock BIC hit him with a lighter
Her pussy is tight it cannot get tighter
Nah, he a pussy he ain't a fighter
He ain't a player he ain't a fighter
Uh, he ain't a fighter
Ay, yeah he ain't no fighter
He ain't no mo'fuckin' fighter
He ain't a player he ain't no fighter
He ain't no fighter
Yeah, he ain't no fighter