Geeked Up
Sectionsmokes
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Stop all the talking down Like a dog we gon walk em down We gon spark em up Smoke me like a wood she gon face me Do the work this cc cleaner erase it Off white on me they thought this was k Swiss Pouring the wockhardt up like i hate tris Got my Glockhardt like i hate piss This gun shoot gon stop cars Gimme one second ima pop bars Everyone with me high as f*ck we on mars So many sticks we gon rip him apart Tryna fill my shopping cart No you is not apart Got yo bitch wanna ride Smoke that boy like a hyde Like some gas we get him fried I know the truth and you telling lies Sent a pack to air and I bet it flys We got the glocks with the mags in all the sizes We stain that boy like grease no hot fries We put that boy in a box like popeyes My shooter pop out with the gun like popeye My shooter pop out with the gun an pop eyes Walk in the store and cop that swipe He try to slide we gon crash his ride That bitch is a bop she can't hit my hyde Hell no she can't get in the ride Cut the work with a knife Yo bitch squirt like a gun Put that shit to his temple he can't run That lil boy flexing they ain't nun Need a shipment for that tuss Connect the piece and i bet we buss Get the drop and i bet we rush Big body just like a bus Opp thottie i don't no trust Sipping red like i do not tuss Gun on you like you don't no bus Card on me no uno I get high you can prolly catch me on pluto He is a lie he is no having I get the green no salad I got the green my piece valid My pockets fat but they don't need salad Hundred round drum it's looking like khalid Hp on the hellcat insane Yo bitch ran through she got hella mileage That bitch said she wanna give me brain And hell nah ion need no stylist Me and mmedz play with the cards like david blane All black entire like i'm bruce wayne Set that boy on flame get hit with the flame In my comments that boy a lame Get a noose because you can't hang It's looking like bruises in my cup Hit my white hoe got bruises sick as f*ck Shoot this bitch ? loose asf Oh that yo lil hoe she choosing up Got the drank we pouring up ? Score up At the end of the day i'm so up You already know ima go up I wake up and i geek up Your bitch a fiend she tweaked out You gon die if you run up Bullets rain letting em leak out Hoed him had so scared couldn't speak out Yo bitch stalking me she gon peek out Bullets hawking up ain't gon run up On his block with my heat out
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