Geeked Up

(OPM made it hit) (Like, I pour me a six, now I'm geeked up, like) (My shooters pull up in them Jeep trucks) (We shoot at your gang, switchin' through lanes) (Trackhawk, they cannot keep up) (We shoot at your gang, switchin' through lanes) (Trackhawk, they cannot keep up) Like, I pour me a six, now I'm geeked up, like My shooters pull up in them Jeep trucks We shoot at your gang, switchin' through lanes Trackhawk, they cannot keep up We shoot at your gang, switchin' through Trackhawk, they cannot keep up Like, I pour me a six, now I'm geeked up, like My shooters pull up in them Jeep trucks We shoot at your gang, switchin' through lanes Trackhawk, they cannot keep up We shoot at your gang, switchin' through lanes Trackhawk, they cannot keep up XD wit' a stick, attached to the beam, so I know I won't miss Let him run, he get left like he Rick, bullets burn him, watch him twitch Fuck a cab, he got left in a Lyft, how y'all all linkin' up for a hit? And thе Dub's to the T's to my dick, I'm tryna spin through, and hangout the whip I'm tryna hit a goofy in his shit, one got hit in his back and hе tripped And the other one almost went out like a bitch I was prayin' to God, make him slip I'm tryna slide in the Stoley Let him run, I'ma get wit' his brodie Don't need to show, I could do this shit doley Fuck if I'm rich, I'ma still take his Rolly R.I.P. Naz', yeah, I'll blaze for the crodie He get got, he could keep what he owe me He get shot, give a fuck what he told me Shoot like I'm Curry, I know they can't hold me Like, I pour me a six, now I'm geeked up, like My shooters pull up in them Jeep trucks We shoot at your gang, switchin' through lanes Trackhawk, they cannot keep up We shoot at your gang, switchin' through lanes Trackhawk, they cannot keep up Like, I pour me a six, now I'm geeked up, like My shooters pull up in them Jeep trucks We shoot at your gang, switchin' through lanes Trackhawk, they cannot keep up (it's Gucci) We shoot at your gang, switchin' through lanes Trackhawk, they cannot keep up (go) N.Y.C. to the A, niggas get shot everyday (baow, baow) They find out where you stay, and they gon' come where you lay (come to the crib) Me and my gang don't play, got soldiers, on watch with the 'K (on watch with the-) You pussy, better watch what you say, and this better stay out the way (stay out my face) I put a opp in his place, like both got shot in the face (got shot in the what?) Thought he was runnin' the race, but now he just runnin' in place (can't even run) I got bodies, like a drill rapper, I ain't cappin', I'ma real rapper Even before I had a deal, ask 'em, Gucci labelled as a real trapper ('Wop) Gucci and Kay Flock, leave a nigga cold But the Glock on my hip, yeah, it stay hot (brr) Try to pull the Wraith out, but he got the Wraith shot And 12 on my block tryna stakeout (damn) Let my nigga shake out, got him on max And I know he gettin' mad, wanna break out (damn) Walkin' with a shake out, blow up your tank-top Stay out the top, knock your brains out (ugh) Money, I don't think out, but a nigga dream 'bout Went from a jail to a dream house Started from the trap, I was ichin' out to scrap I was so many pieces, it's a green house AKA the codeine house Hunnid' pints in, so we called it the Lean House (Lean) Gucci Mane, yeah, I'm the king now Used to be the plug, but now he just a fiend now (Gucci) Like, I pour me a six, now I'm geeked up, like My shooters pull up in them Jeep trucks We shoot at your gang, switchin' through lanes Trackhawk, they cannot keep up We shoot at your gang, switchin' through lanes Trackhawk, they cannot keep up