Geeked Up
Play with me you meeting the Lord Free Dre he was uppin that score
Go to AQ and I chill with my fours
If it's not money not getting involved
Money keep coming in ways I don't know
A little too late to be calling me bro
She giving me face trying to swallow the pole
Sipping on muddy got me moving slow
If you act up you get sat the fuck down
Got a few sticks and it got a few rounds
I was off court had to get back inbounds
Free all my dawgs who stuck in the pound
My shooter 6th man he come off the bench
He fix all my problems he come with the wrench
I call up his number he ready to drench
Won't get in that V if it don't got no tense
Pussy lil' nigga, that boy's a gerber But niggas don't know him that boy be unheard of
She tried to front so now I just curve her
She turned to a fiend so now I just serve her
Niggas don't know you, so watch how you speak
I never respond to the internet beef Do me a favor and don't speak on me
What you gon' do when you run into me
I just keep winning like I got the cheats
Chasing this money been playing for keeps
The way that we live in this shit don't be cheap
You could get shot for thinking it's sweet
I'm dead off the Za got me like a zombie
Don't do the raws I only smoke Marley Know you could die if you speak on Jelani
Top Tier my label I feel like yo gotti He could put on my shoes but they only fit me
You niggas can't do what I do Sipping on Whitney this shit got me benty
This not what I usually do They feeling my pain they say I'm the truth
I let it all go when I'm in the booth The bullets we got like the size of a spoon
Come make this shit hot like the middle of June
I did not get in this shit for no fame
I just be hustling chasing the guap
Talking that shit I be spitting that pain
It's gon' keep coming you like it or not
She just a link but she think she my main
I cannot lie she been doing a lot
I cannot wait till my foot in the door If they don't let me I'm picking the lock
Play with me you meeting the Lord Free Dre he was upping that score
Go to AQ and I chill with my fours
If it's not money not getting involved
Money keep coming in ways I don't know
A little too late to be calling me bro
She giving me face trying to swallow the pole
Sipping on muddy got me moving slow
Go to AQ and I chill with my fours
If it's not money not getting involved
Money keep coming in ways I don't know
A little too late to be calling me bro
She giving me face trying to swallow the pole
Sipping on muddy got me moving slow
If you act up you get sat the fuck down
Got a few sticks and it got a few rounds
I was off court had to get back inbounds
Free all my dawgs who stuck in the pound
My shooter 6th man he come off the bench
He fix all my problems he come with the wrench
I call up his number he ready to drench
Won't get in that V if it don't got no tense
Pussy lil' nigga, that boy's a gerber But niggas don't know him that boy be unheard of
She tried to front so now I just curve her
She turned to a fiend so now I just serve her
Niggas don't know you, so watch how you speak
I never respond to the internet beef Do me a favor and don't speak on me
What you gon' do when you run into me
I just keep winning like I got the cheats
Chasing this money been playing for keeps
The way that we live in this shit don't be cheap
You could get shot for thinking it's sweet
I'm dead off the Za got me like a zombie
Don't do the raws I only smoke Marley Know you could die if you speak on Jelani
Top Tier my label I feel like yo gotti He could put on my shoes but they only fit me
You niggas can't do what I do Sipping on Whitney this shit got me benty
This not what I usually do They feeling my pain they say I'm the truth
I let it all go when I'm in the booth The bullets we got like the size of a spoon
Come make this shit hot like the middle of June
I did not get in this shit for no fame
I just be hustling chasing the guap
Talking that shit I be spitting that pain
It's gon' keep coming you like it or not
She just a link but she think she my main
I cannot lie she been doing a lot
I cannot wait till my foot in the door If they don't let me I'm picking the lock
Play with me you meeting the Lord Free Dre he was upping that score
Go to AQ and I chill with my fours
If it's not money not getting involved
Money keep coming in ways I don't know
A little too late to be calling me bro
She giving me face trying to swallow the pole
Sipping on muddy got me moving slow
Credits
Writer(s): Jaheim Young
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