Squad of Geeks

My flip phone hold a squad of geeks
but they don't fix computers
Host a three-point contest in my whip
I'm ridin' round with shooters

Every day we out here smokin' shit
they labeled us polluters
This fire loggin', headies out they life
I need me some new users

And fuck task, today I'ma cruise it
Two on the dash, I bet I do it
My first chopper was taller than me
I was buckin' that bitch, boostin' my endurance
All in school, I had straight A's
but in these streets, a bad influence
I was a jit, slappin' shit down
with a eight-pound trigger with no life assurance

You the oldest nigga with the youngest sack
Bitch, I been had them racks
Show me love when I walk up in Neiman's
Keep my fifth in sacks

Took your mobiles to the chiropractor
Still ain't heard him crack
Nigga, my sent Gucci or Givenchy
Used to sprayin' axe

That boy came in grade A
Lil nigga, I still beat it
I can put some food up in this dog
Spenders can still feed it

Even after gettin' past withdrawals
Fiend say she still need it
Bring that paperwork
You beat your case and we gon' still read it

And I grab the wheel, shift the gear get into it
Runnin' to heads, so I'm steady maneuverin
Heady was trippin', he say he
Couldn't find his vein

Good manners said, here, let me do it
Bitch, we got straight drop
Foenem', aim for headshots
I been havin' dog fights

With this chicken this that bedrock
Gotta spray the grams down, that's press talk
Foenem', really walk down, no white chalk
And if a nigga talk down, get wiped out

Switchy, talk to a nigga, cause I'm wrapped out
Cut a nigga lights off, A.R. Black out
We gon' keep on spinnin', got it mapped out
I don't pay no bills, it's a trap house

And the front burnt up, hit the back now
Lil nigga, I'm a hustler
I could sell some black paint to the White House
Got my new bitch blendin' in the trap

Got Off-White on her white blouse
Line them up all through the city
And hit that south, cause it's a swipe town
I bag'em up, they comin' right down

Johnny said his wife can't find out
Six geeks in the car and they all got a bill
So you know that I'm flyin' now
Gon' and try to swipe mine, I'ma switch your line

All your geeks mine now
Only swipe my nose, cause I know that pose
And I know when you fuck around
Gotta drop lac on my next batch

Just left three on the ground
My flip phone hold a squad of geeks
But they don't fix computers
Host a three-point contest in my whip

I'm ridin' round with shooters
Every day we out here smokin' shit
They labeled us polluters
This fire loggin', headies out they life

I need me some new users
And fuck task, today I'ma cruise it
Two on the dash, I bet I do it
My first chopper was taller than me

I was buckin' that bitch, boostin' my endurance
All in school, I had straight A's
But in these streets, a bad influence
I was a jit, slappin' shit down

With a eight-pound trigger with no life insurance