GEEKALEEK (feat. Cash Kidd)

Yeah (ay, ay, ay)
Tezzer, T-Tezzer ay (ay, ay, ay)
Yeah, we will, I been (ay, ay, ay)
Yeah, ay, ay

You ain't never had the feds investigate you (gate you)
You ain't never had the bad - wanna date you (date you)
You're a bad b-, daddy gotta spank you (spank you)
My - fresh out the pen, he might shank you

Extendo, I don't rock with no stock clips
If you're chillin' with the opps you're gettin' shot with (ay)
Bad - love - out in Stockton
They let my shorty in the party with a Glock ten

Poppin', yeah, 'cause I'm poppin' (baow)
I got pounds, I got keys, is you shoppin'
I sip lean, not no green, ain't no Watson
I'ma f- your life up 'cause I'm toxic (ay)

Want hater her, duck her (ay)
Catch up lil' - with mustard
What sup, Geesy fuckin' up the summer (whoa)
Sad hoes looking like what a bummer (hey)

She wanna s- my - 'cause I'm funner
Lame, all he wanna do is love her
Buster, we be f- under covers (undercover)
But we ain't never f- with an undercover

Feds watch, lil' - yeah, the feds listenin'
I just popped a Perc' 20, now my head spinnin' (whoa)
You ain't never touched no money, you ain't bread winnin' (no)
I don't even wanna f-, I'm just head gettin' (ay)

What sup, my nigga Geesy?
Ay, huh, your b- the breadwinner
Broken bum, better cool it down like September (broken)
I feel like Melly, I ride around with Dead (Dead)

Nah, I feel like Michael Jackson how my hand glistenin' (ay)
Wan' try suck no -, come on, on next mission (nah)
If we got the right to bear arms, then I'm Ted (Ted, ay)
Diamonds two-step (ay), say, that's a cool necklace

What a rude heifer, dirty shoes all on my new leather
Feel like Hugh Hefner, difference - can't stay here, huh
He got hit with that, Drac' hope he take care
My dog still sellin' tight white but not the Hanes pair

I don't want no smoke with these - 'cause I don't play fair
Ay, - cappin' like he steppin' out
Got attachments like I'm Pressa, fill his chest up like a treasure (ay, ay, ay)
Mother- milking 'til the sun come up, she ain't a parent

Bugs Bunny, you gon' say, "What's up, doc'?" Reach for these karats (baow, baow)
I just bought another chop', I don't play those games (uh)
Just so I can leave a - like Taylor Gang
Good bread off this sauce like raising cane's (you hear me?)

I got neck on the spot, I ain't catch her name (ay)
You think you can - with me? Bet your life on it
Huh, hit a b- and I ain't carin', I'm not a white woman (ay)
Big Cuban, ice on it, - come and try somethin' (ay, c'mon)
He took a hundred from the K, - that's nine hundred (ay)



Credits
Writer(s): Diego Javier Avendano, Alejandro Carranza, Corey L. Evans, La Marquis Jefferson, Moses Barrett Iii, Jonathan H. Smith, Marc Anthony Smith, Craig D. Love, Jordan Scott
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