Ridiculous

Take it how you feel it, yeah, I'm back in the zone Hittin' it with the feet up, then she givin' me dome Countin' all these Benjis, then I'm hittin' the road I be killin' it and spillin' it, I'm moppin' the floor Got the rhythm, adrenaline, I'ma hit em' with venom Got em' chokin' like M&M or a mouth full of cinnamon Me and yo bitch gettin' intimate and the flow, I'm deliverin Got my wrist and neck shiverin' cause the VVS blisterin I be driftin' and slidin', but my wheels still got traction You are not a fraction of the money I'm stackin Wildin' out with cannons, now you think I'm just actin If you gonna pull up, better know I'ma blast it Sorta like a bop it, the way I flip it and spin it and scratch it Never reversin' the purpose, always workin', feel it, cowabunga The satisfaction of rappin', spittin' facts and not cappin Like I rapped in a plastic demon, swervin' through traffic Now checkin' the gas tank, Dreams I'ma chase it I'ma catch it and frame it, just to tell you my name is What? My name is who? My name is GEO I kick it like fiasco, dumpin' tobacco To roll my Zaza purple and yellow like Tinky-Winky And Lala got the coke on your pinky I'm hittin' bottles, pushin' throttles, fuckin' these models I spit it and beat it like pussy, I'm eatin Couple mushrooms, I'm peakin', I'm reekin Of marijuana, I find my way like Moana I do what I wanna, so they call me a stunner Drop the roof with a button, murder these bitches, Ted Bundy Yeah, the flow is disgustin', interruptin' discussions Like volcanic eruptions I do these beats like they paper, rippin Ridin' on them, erasin' the gunshots Like a barker, straight for the head, never chasin They call me Tyler the Truth That ain't my name, but whatever You sing along with my soul, I guess that we're lyin' together Back with birds of a feather, flockin We poppin', no droppin', stop it, quit mockin' me Can't you see I'm sick of the tobotchery You too flippy and floppery, lil' slipper and sloppery When it come to the country rap, ain't nobody out top of me I'm the king of it, got a ring to a donut I'm squashin' any opponent you bring And creamin' like R&B singers do to the ladies Might make me a couple babies And anybody can get it, go ahead And they got no type, like I'm Swae Lee, I'm goin' crazy Hatin' ain't never fazin But see, now it kinda gets me upset In therapy, I can get angry when we discuss it And I don't like cussin But I drop a few F-bombs like a Russian Turkey givin' the stuffin', HR the way I'm puffin You need a litty verse in your song, homie, it's nothin