Geek Talk (feat. Lil Pj)

Lil' Bitch, I'm geeked

Fucked that little hoe one time

Now she can't even go to sleep without me

When I pull up, big body

You gonna know it's me driving

Parlay caught a body

We can't even say a word about it

Young **** off that Molly

He gon' pop it, ain't no talking

Shit get real, young **** dying

Dropping like flies, yeah they going

Mamas crying, bullets flying

We gone spin that bitch till the morning

Remember long nights on the block, ****

We was out there until the morning

And we ain't never close you

Pull up, trap house jumping like Jordan

Trap house still beaming on the low

Man, I put a beating on the door

Glock with a beam in the coat

Say you want smoke, ****, let me know

Timbs on, got the deuce deuce in it

**** probably shoot you and your hoe

We do that choo choo on ya pussy

He keep a tampon with him now, yeah

All these hoes getting slayed

All these hoes get ran through

We shoot gang like checking out checks

Betta not make a bad move

Come through stunting with the stick

I bet I make your ass move

I can sit back and just send the blitz

And watch your ass on the news

Yeah, yeah that's no cap, yeah

Last **** played got whacked

If you on the list and you getting stretched

Car accident, hit your ho from the back

See ain't gonna waste no time with her

She know what it's time for

You know you ain't have no dime

So what do you drop that dime for?

Lil' Bitch, I'm geeked

Fucked that little hoe one time

Now she can't even go to sleep without me

When I pull up, big body

You gonna know it's me driving

Parlay caught a body

We can't even say a word about it

Young **** off that Molly

He gon' pop it, ain't no talking

Shit get real, young **** dying

Dropping like flies, yeah they going

Mamas crying, bullets flying

We gone spin that bitch till the morning

Remember long nights on the block, ****

We was out there until the morning

And we ain't never close you

Pull up, trap house jumping like Jordan

Pulling up with the 30s

Yeah, you know we pull in deep (We gone pull deep)

****, you ain't bout it talking all that gangster ****

You ain't fooling me

****, for a bag get you knocked off

Your family cost two or three

Smoking good gas **** like Rae Rae said

Lil bitch I'm geeked (Yeah, yeah)

Pap a perc then Mite

Pop a Xan, lil' **** I'm feeling me

Partner on a Molly

And he gon die If he think about killing me

Trap house, jumping ****

Like Jordan, send 'em back for two and three

Bitch doing it all on her knees, yeah, yeah

He broke, he can't pay the fee, yeah, yeah

I'm a get you a surf

'Cause you gone ride my wave (We gone surf)

Flexing on the 'Gram with all them guns

You not hard, no way

Yeah, no cap no more

Lil' Bitch, I'm geeked

Fucked that little hoe one time

Now she can't even go to sleep without me

When I pull up, big body

You gonna know it's me driving

Parlay caught a body

We can't even say a word about it

Young **** off that Molly

He gon' pop it, ain't no talking

Shit get real, young **** dying

Dropping like flies, yeah they going

Mamas crying, bullets flying

We gone spin that bitch till the morning

Remember long nights on the block, ****

We was out there until the morning

And we ain't never close you

Pull up, trap house jumping like Jordan