Lil5iveten - GEEKIN! (feat. Badazz & SuBzz) Lyrics

Grrahh
Grr-rrahhh
Skrt (Bow, Rrahh)
Bow
Dissing on bro, get hit with hollows
This 40 make his mind blow
I do the dash, on bro', on pronto
Roll a wood, don't need no fonto
He got a glizzy? I got mines tho
30 boppa', i'm playin' my role
I f*ck good, her eyes gone roll
Come outside, better have ya pole
I got my heater and this shit tucked
On bro', i'm lightin' shit up
Boys tryna hop? Then, they get flushed
Don't got the pole? Then, he get punched
I'm in the hood everyday, i'm posted
Gen5, shoot first, I hold it
G-Star Jeans and the glizzy, it's pokin'
Cashout, ten bandz, im rollin'
Go to the mall and I get me some fly shit
Come back, i'm takin' my flicks
He got hit and his hips start rockin'
He Wvttz, so, f*ck it, we popped him
He in the shark, so, f*ck it, we boxed him
We the chefs, lettuce (let us) chop him
Swing with a Kay, i'ma Flock him
Call me a Doc', I done shot him,
Like, call me Dwayne, i'ma Rock him
Pop out the cut, let it spark, i'ma shock him
Like, pick up the gun, i'ma drop him
Bang at his door, i'm tryna knock him
Like, wastin' my time? Clock him
F*ck takin' a pic, i'ma crop him
My lil niggas on go, tryna stop him
Like try-hards, we tryna box him
Slide left, slide right
I got my heater and he got his pipe
He got hit and he won't see tonight
If I wanna score? I'm takin' his life
I'm tryna ball like I play for the Pacers
F*ck that, I play for the Lakers
He better duck or im choppin' his taper
Tryna shake shit down, Quakers
Shit loud, wakin' up the neighbors
Bro' in the field tryna truck him, Mater
I'ma give her the Tip, Waiter
F*ck her from the back, break her (Breaker)
I run shit, call me a Mayor
I'll spead white on her face, Mayo'
Bitch, I got the Sauce, Prego
I'm tryna leave niggas shook, Faygo
Gave her the dick, told the lil bitch "Rate me"
I'm tryna swing like I play for the Yankees
That lil bitch a eater, she ate me
I smell good, smoke a whole lot of stinky
Lil bop bitch said, "she wanna link me"
I told the lil bitch, "Thumb and the pinky"
I got the juice, I told her "Drink me"
Damn, my shit stamped, ink me
This shit got kick like it's gettin' sturdy
Throw on some gloves, that gun dirty
You would get hit with led, tryna work me
I need some ass, call up the yerdys
They gon fly to the hood like birdies
I got the chicken, now, she tryna jerk me
Up that red beam, I'm alerted
I love the way the gun talk, it's flirtin'
Bow, Bow
Boom
Go up the road, tryna pop me a rover
Cash ten bandz, I need me a sofa
I'm in a hot-car, ain't pullin' over
Make ya bitch laugh, Joker
She eat my dick, she know she a yoker
She a bop, you know she a birdie
Nevermind, i'm tryna f*ck, yerdy
Her pussy stink, dirty
Damn, it's that
Fat ass sin, this shit so bat
I got a Mac, this shit real fat
Nevermind, throw that ass like a strag
Uh, damnn
(Stop lookin' at me baeeboy, 'fore I smack the shit out you)
Bow, now, i'm in bag, damnn
Birkin-Birkin, she a yerdy
She suck me up for some Yercys
I'm off a Perc, this shit got me dirty
Nevermind, hop out, hit his shirty
If I catch a opp, put his ass on a birdy
Nevermind, feel like a curty (Curty)
This shit hard, heh-heh (This shit really hard, on bro')
(Shit hard babyboy, on bro!)
Like, nevermind
I'm in a car and that shit so far, damnn
Up the Road, tryna look for bars
Yea, she a stripper, she the one that I call
She a bop-
The beat went off (Chill, she a bop)
Teh-heh (Nah, we ain't doin' that Doomut)
(F*ck that bitch)
Yea, bitch a slut (On the set, heh-heh)