GEEKALEEK (feat. Cash Kidd)

Hey, you ain't never had the feds investigate you
You ain't never had the bad hoes wanna date you
You a bad bitch, daddy gotta to spank you
My nigga fresh out the pen he might shank you

Extendo, I don't rock with no stock clips
If you chilling with the opps you getting shot with
Bad hoes love a nigga out in Stockton
They let my shorty in the party with a Glock 10

Poppin', yeah bitch I'm so poppin'
I got pounds, I got keys, is you shopping?
I sip lean, not no green, ain't no Watson
I'ma fuck your life up 'cause I'm toxic

Want her, fuck her, hit her, duck her
Catch up lil' nigga, with mustard
What up bitch? Geesy fucking up the summer
Sad hoes looking like what a bummer

She wanna suck my dick cause I'm funner
Niggas lame, all he wanna do is love her
Buster, we be fucking under covers
But we ain't never fuck with a undercover

Feds watchin', lil' nigga, yeah, the feds listenin'
I just popped a perc 20 now my head spinnin'
You ain't never touched no money you ain't bread winning
I don't even wanna fuck I'm just head getting, ay

What up my nigga, Geesy?
Ay, your bitch the bread winner
Broke ass bum, better cool it down like September
I feel like Melly, I ride around with dead niggas
No, I feel like Michael Jackson how my hand glisten

Bitch wanna try suck no dick I'm on a next mission
If we got the right to bear arms, then I'm Ted nigga
Diamonds two step, say that's a cool necklace
What a rude heifer, dirty shoes all on my new leather

Feel like Hugh Hefner, difference is bitch can't stay here
He got hit with that drake, hope he take care
My dog still selling tight white but not the Hanes pair
I don't want no smoke with these niggas 'cause I don't play fair

Ay, nigga capping like he stepping
Got attachments like I'm pressure
Fill his chest up like a treasure
My bitch milking 'til the sun come up she ain't a parent
Bugs Bunny, you gon' say, "What's up doc?," reach for these carrots nigga

I just bought another chop I don't play those games
Just so I can leave a nigga like Taylor Gang
Good bread off this sauce like Raising Canes
I got neck on the spot, I ain't catch her name

You think you can fuck with me, bet your life on it
Hit a bitch and I ain't care, I'm not a white woman
Big Cuban ice on it, nigga come and try something
You took a hundred from the K, bitch, that's 900, ay



Credits
Writer(s): Diego Javier Avendano, Alejandro Carranza, Corey L. Evans, La Marquis Jefferson, Moses Barrett Iii, Jonathan H. Smith, Marc Anthony Smith, Craig D. Love, Jordan Scott
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