Geekin'

This nigga Goop on one
Za za, Za za
Smoking this shit I go bye bye
Laughing at niggas like ha-ha
If u pull up with OG and I feel like you trying me, nigga get ready to die die
Switch on G-lock, shot up they block block
One look at my wrist and you dropping yo shit
Gone end up inna ditch, these diamonds legit
That bitch she a 10, you know I cracked it
Now she a 5 and hang with da guys
Smoking some za, it's gettin real hot
Where all thots i'm finna rock out
Feeling like Wilt, I go for a hunnid'
Track on the steer bitch you know i'm not bummy
Hangin with 'shiest, bitch you know we not running
Switch on this Glock I just hold it and dump it
Feeling real spiffy i get to the money, when she get to moaning i know that she cummin'
Dickin' her down all the way to the morning
This watch on my wrist make the weather look sunny
Some opp nigga tried it, this shit looking ugly
Pour dirt in the sprite cause i come from the muddy
Pull up to the crib bring you and yo buddy, the hoes on my spam say i'm looking slutty
Slut yo' bitch out when i'm inna drought, she free pussy that's why i'on trust my bitch now
These niggas ain't gang, they wish they was us
Cant ride in this lane, this a TRX truck
If RDB catch you, you shit out of luck
We play with the money, cause we ran it up
That bit tryna talk i just came here to fuck
Rolling up 2, one for me and for you
All three of y'all can't ride this is a coupe
Mama she trippin i came in at 2
I show her da bag i'm gettin dees racks, attached to the money i'm feeling in tact
It's too late now nigga i cant fall back (It's too late now nigga i cant fall back)

Yeah, RDB shit i done put on my brother
These Cartier glasses got me seeing double
Most of these niggas just want a rebuttal
It's j shiest and Prada', you niggas in trouble
My beard been growing i got a lil stubble, i'm hoping you niggas don't think i been cuddling
Fuck the Track-hawk i think i want a Cullinan
I put the heat on my haters they bubbling
Gotta speak up i cant hear when you mumbling
I'm getting money while these niggas fumbling
(Brr) yeah, on God
Remember when they made some fun of me, grabbing the stick i been thinking bout dumping it, yeah
They saying that 'shiest sound like Gunna
If you play, like Noodah we gone "leave you under" oh yeah
Groupies been tryna get under me, niggas been tryna check on my economy yeah
Upgrade my jewelry i'm flossing
The slime coming through, make some room when he walking in
Rapping this shit like a job and i'm clocking in
These niggas know i don't be into talking, took so many losses i just started chalking it
Took my lil shit on a mother-fucking shopping spree, keep getting guala' these niggas ain't stopping me
I'm dollar general these niggas dollar tree, posted his hoe and the nigga unfollowed me



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Writer(s): Jerald Parks
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