Geeked

Niggas not fuckin wit us
Everything DOA nigga
Smoking every dead nigga
If you fuck with them we smoking em nigga
Fuck you talking bout nigga
Everything K nigga
Fuck, Grrrr, Suck my dick
(Inhale) Oh my god
Bitch im get back gang not setback gang
Like no nigga u better listen
Better not run cause we totin this pole
Couple shots to his chest how tf he ain’t go
Bullets they hit up his face and is throat
Bad bitch in da cut and she givin me throat
Betchu I’m leaving the thottie to slow
Hollows they hit em it rip through his coat
Leg shot gang but we aim for da throat
And his mans kept running I only let 2
Like fuck that nigga I spin
Don’t aim for the chest nigga aim for da chin
That nigga got hit gotta permannt limp
We see a notification my niggas they ridin
My niggas they rady to spin
We see a opp hop out
My niggas they buggin they ready to throw out 10
That nigga pussy he Copped a new chop
That shit got like dust that nigga ain’t spin
We catch a opp broad day now
That nigga runnin he stupid he betta not trip
Kay Kay he buggin he hop out the v
Start throwing these bullets collide to his ribs
Dougie the maxk stop talking on rap
And these captions these niggas they kno where we live
Bullets start flying don’t care wat part of outside
Like hollows they make him do flips
(GANG GANG GANG GANG)
Like nigga he pussy he Rick
Don’t got my gun on my side
He thinkin we lackin told swervo to pass me the blick
We spin anywhere one shot
Tell bricks stop lyin he really not bendin the strip
She gz pussy he bendin himself
One call and yell niggas name shot the whip
I gotta chop and uk I ain’t passing
Run up on me and I’m letting u have it
2−3 shots turn a nigga to a has been
If u don’t spin like stop all da cappin
Got beat in a cab we ran up wats crackin
Fuck money Matt got poked by a faggot
Ya ain’t spin for ya mans ya needa stop rappin
Ya ain’t spin for ya mans ya needa stop rappin
Niggas no who the best it ain’t up for debate
See the coa face when I up’d and spray
Nigga lucky a jan
Me and nas on court like we did it again
Nigga 94K now we smokin ya mans
Blizzy he ran
Put faith into Nas know he totin tha 10
For Mally I’m uppin put niggas on shirts
Smokin da dummy know he got it worst
Spin through the h2 wit niggas for fun
Don’t think that I’m lackin Aj got the gun
Smokin them dead niggas by the tounge
I Neva got hit by a bus is u dumb
This 40 I got, got a limited drum
Trynna spin on my side on jb are u done
New opp, it’s still RIP baby
Old opps, we still smoking on shady
If it get dead we gon beat on his baby
Throw up MB and just watch how they hate me
Baddie she bangin like cardi
Baby get muddy we don’t do Bacardi
DOA be the gang
GBG Ebk Boomin for blay
Internet dissing and niggas be snakes
Bitches be treeshin and feenin to quay
And if I see the deez my adrenaline rush
Don’t give af bitch I’m lettin it dump
They be like Dougz u be to doin much
They be clickin to much it’s the demon in us
Like hold on
But enough is enough
Get on the beat and I’m fuckin it up
Been in da field that shit Neva was fun
I get so much attention I walk wit a gun