Super Geeked

This shit raw this shit always gone be raw every time it come out my mouth
Every time

Shame on y'all for ever thinking y'all was like me
I leave tomorrow Im not expecting y'all to write me

She leaves tomorrow and you address her as yo wifey
You foolish

12 tryna keep tabs on the shit that I'm doing
Ugh
I can't even speak right now on the shit that Im moving
Ugh
I can barely breathe right now I know the police cruising

Riding with 100 shells she beg me not to do it
Lil bra a hot head I gotta beg him not to shoot it

Right now this everyday shit my foot in every lane
Who else inna city been to Johnny dang

Tryna go and do it like me but its not the same
Before I tell ya about this shit boy it is not a game

Not at all
Eight am calls fentanyl

650 for this hoodie and I know this shit don't fit at all
Tryna get em super geeked

Bouncing of the wall
She know I can't answer right now cuz this a county call

I keep it great with all the killers
I told him stay from round them niggas

He think he safer round them niggas
Now they can't wait to go and Get him

Niggas see what u got they feel entitled
Want u to split it

Old hating ass help u spend ain't tryna help u get it ass boy

This a new whip but this not my last toy
See this the fast one

I can't see cuz her heads by the dash board
Every diamond I got I paid cash for it

Bet not even ask for it

Ain't tryna help u get it ass boy
This a new whip but this not my last toy

I cant see cuz her head by the dashboard
Every diamond I got I paid cash for it

Bet not even ask for it

Dumb ass nigga



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Writer(s): Makyrie Barnes
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