GEEKED UP (feat. B45y Glokk)

I got a Glock inside my hand, I'm tryna bust opp
Throw a built-in on the back of this bitch, fllr, but his top

I got a trey five, goin' dub five, huh, for the low
Go load up that fuckin' box, it's time to slide and up the fuckin' sco

I get jiggy with that fuckin' stick and blow your brains, bitch
Hop out with straight fully's and switch that button, that's that fuckin' switch

I'm tryna get my rocks off so I texta opp bitch
Hell nah, nigga, Stop thinkin' with your dick

Hop out cut uh I'm tryna smoke a opp, go grab that fuckin' stick
I got a box on the back of this fuckin' Glock

He claim ing top opp, nigga, okay, cool, get yo' top popped
Slide down a off block, pass me the rock and watch the opp drop

Told to pass me the rock, this gas got dope in my sock
Glock keep glizzy play you get popped, no hand out, I run down, draw down

762 know I make that bitch bounce, I know it's a 10
Don't even gotta count, stick got a strap on this bitch with a mount

Pop me a perc now my body slow down
Slap on the 50, tryna shoot for days, he got hit in the face with the 12 gauge
We got too many Glocks, now they tryna raid, did you smell that, that stank
Bro down the road, they obsessed with rank, tellin' your bros ain't nothin' to thank

Don't make me mad, make my mind blank
When i pop me a addy im constently thinking

Walk that boy down leave his ass nameless, boy in that talk like what is you think,
(Like whhat is you thinking)

Yeah, yeah, for real, nigga
opp niggas ain't tammat shit, nigga

On my mama, that fast nigga
Yeah, for real