Geek Up

I get off that gas and I get to tweaking
A nigga wanna play, he go pick out a shirt
I need a mask, the gas, a hoe with some ass to slide, I don't need a yerk
I get them racks, the check on the first
Fuck is you thinking? I still put in work
Opp niggas scared, go take em to church
Cause all of that rapping and none of it merched

Wokhardt, ain't no Benadryl
Why I changed, that shit got real
Take 500 to the clinic, I ain't tripping bout no pill
I light that beam, no Buddy Heild
Fuck the gloves, back in that field
I got my white boy on that drill, block too hot, ain't got no chill

I been hungry for a lick, still in the fern like where my meal
Wanna link up with my gang, go get your mask and show you real
Man, fuck did I think they ain't fuckin' with P
Been in the game, I'm double OG
If we talkin' bout rappin', I'm dunking from three
Seven years old, I was humping Marie

Niggas they know that I'm stepping
I'm back in this bitch with my Wesson, this shit is a blessing
Know that I'm good at finessing, I ain't going back to the H, but I'm better at texting
Know that I'm still havin' motion, I'm back in the booth with my niggas, you know how I'm flexing
I can't be fucking these thot ass hoes in my city
They say that, that shit a reflection

Wipe a nigga nose, if he play around on that snotty shit
Bitch, I'm in the bank, still pimping on my Scotty shit
Niggas wake up with no motion, smoke and go and fuck they bitch
Bitch, I click up with the guys, slide and go and bust my lick

Man, these fuck niggas know that I'm popping my shit
All of you lil' niggas know it
Lil' niggas know that we still havin' motion, it's just a lil' different the way we show it
I'm tryna step on the fuck nigga head and lay him to bed, that's just how I'm rolling
If 12 hit the lights, then we getting gone
The plates on the back of this bitch, it's a stolen
I get geeked, geeked
Niggas tryna figure out the wave, fuck a cheat sheet
Niggas say they put up when we slide, cause we deep, deep
Fuck that hoe, then leave before the morning out like beep, beep
Bitch, it's 3 a.m and I'm on 10, I can't sleep, sleep

Bitch, I'm up
We got the stick in the truck
Lil nigga play and he fucked
I catch him outside, you know that I'm doubling up
You fuckin' or what? Cool if you ain't tryna bust it and I'm back out running shit up
Needed an L so I can get back on these tracks and come back fucking shit up

I get off that gas and I get to tweaking
A nigga wanna play, he go pick out a shirt
I need a mask, the gas, a hoe with some ass to slide, I don't need a yerk
I get them racks, the check on the first
Fuck is you thinking? I still put in work
Opp niggas scared, go take em to church
Cause all of that rapping and none of it merched



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Writer(s): Nicholas Williams
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