Geekin'

This nigga Goop on one Za za, Za za Smoking this shit I go bye bye Laughing at niggas like ha-ha If u pull up with OG and I feel like you trying me, nigga get ready to die die Switch on G-lock, shot up they block block One look at my wrist and you dropping yo shit Gone end up inna ditch, these diamonds legit That bitch she a 10, you know I cracked it Now she a 5 finna hang with da guys Smoking some zot, it's gettin real hot Where all thots i'm finna rock out Feeling like Wilt, I go for a hunnid' Track on the steer bitch you know i'm not bummy Hangin with 'shiest, bitch you know we not running Switch on this Glock I just hold it and dump it Feeling real spiffy i get to the money, when she get to moaning i know that she cummin' Dickin' her down all the way to the morning This watch on my wrist make the weather look sunny Some opp nigga tried it, that shit looking ugly Pour dirt in the sprite cause i come from the muddy Pull up to the crib bring you and yo buddy The hoes on my spam say i'm looking slutty Slut yo' bitch out when i'm inna drought, she free pussy that's why i'on trust my bitch now These niggas ain't gang, they wish they was us Cant ride in this lane, this a TRX truck If RDB catch you, you shit out of luck We play with the money, cause we ran it up That bit tryna talk i just came here to f*ck Rolling up 2, one for me and for you All three of y'all can't ride this is a coupe Mama she trippin i came in at 2 I show her da bag i'm gettin dees racks, attached to the money i'm feeling in tact It's too late now nigga i cant fall back (It's too late now nigga i cant fall back) Yeah, RDB shit i done put on my brother These Cartier glasses got me seeing double Most of these niggas just want a rebuttal It's j shiest and Prada', you niggas in trouble My beard been growing i got a lil stubble I'm hoping you niggas don't think i been cuddling F*ck the Track-hawk i think i want a Cullinan I put the heat on my haters they bubbling Gotta speak up i cant hear when you mumbling I'm getting money while these niggas fumbling (Brr) yeah, on God Remember when they made some fun of me Grabbing the stick i been thinking bout dumping it, yeah They saying that 'shiest sound like Gunna If you play, like Noodah we gone "leave you under" oh yeah Groupies been tryna get under me, niggas been tryna check on my economy yeah Upgrade my jewelry i'm flossing The slime coming through, make some room when he walking in Rapping this shit like a job and i'm clocking in These niggas know i don't be into talking, took so many losses i just started chalking it Took my lil shit on a mother-fucking shopping spree Keep getting guala' these niggas ain't stopping me I'm dollar general these niggas dollar tree, posted his hoe and the nigga unfollowed me Slatt!