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Geek Baby

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Ay Tuda punch me the f*ck in bro
I ain't worried about the food or none of that shit, I got to get this shit off
It's just some Monopoly shit
Money Gang
Geek Baby, Geek Baby, Geek Baby

Geek Baby, tell a bitch to say that shit three times
On Blount, all us grew up out by the street sign
No peace sign, boy I hope you got yours, I keep mine
I ain't shit, but shit this life I really plan to keep mine
Semi tucked
My paper up
In the city that's a must
Keep thinking that's your bitch until I have that bitch come set you up
Thinking that's your bro, he back doored, then he wet you up
Soaked up the game from the homies, let me catch you up

The loudest nigga in the room, he probably a ho
First one stab you in your back, he probably your bro
If that nigga down bad, he probably a go
And if you come around lacking then you probably get smoked

Couldn't fake it front or pretend when it was time for that action
React like a gangster or you die like a gangster for acting
If it ain't QP's or better, you really ain't trapping
That's just the tree, if it's some work
Hope you about that shit actually
Won't smoke what you pass me
I roll my own bud and don't pass it
It's easy to call me
I ain't easy to get me to answer
New vibes, I either need me a nurse or a dancer
Baby, please don't question my bag if your purse ain't the answer

The baddest bitch in the room, that ho probably broke
Said they was finna pay you back, then you probably get short
That boy know where everybody telling, then he probably done told
If you scared just say you scared, cause you probably gone fold
Go
Go
Go
Go
We on
Go
Go
Go

F*ck all them feelings, really
It don't fill the safe, then I don't feel it
Feeling safe, I'm dolo in that four door
Me and all my killers
Stand on business, you little niggas and your feelings bout some bitches
Y'all some bitches
Mad about a bitch that I ain't even hit
Ay don't get hit
Hope you only need a baggie when you shit
Extended maggie so precise, I be praying that I miss
Cuz got the drop
He gone leak where you be staying at and shit
Hop out them bushes, I'ma leave your ass laying in a ditch
Get money, get money, we really be playin' with them chips
Hundred hundreds, all blues, like I came in with the Crips
Six Hundred forever, even when I make it out this shit
Just gotta call, they on the way
I just pray they don't get flicked

Go
Go
Go
Go
Go
The loudest nigga in the room, he probably a hoe
Gone stab you in your back, he probably your bro
That boy know everybody telling, then he probably done told
If you scared, just say you scared, cause you probably gone fold
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go

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