GEEKALEEK (feat. BIA) E

Aye, aye, Aye, aye, aye. You ain't never had the feds Investigate you. You ain't never had the bad hoes Wanna date you. You a bad bitch, daddy gotta Spank you. My nigga fresh out the pen, he Might shake you. Extendo, I don't rock with no Stock clips. If you chillin' with the opps, you Gettin' shot with. Bad hoes love a nigga out In Stockton. They let my shorty in the party With a Glock 10. Poppin', yeah bitch I'm so Poppin'. I got pounds, I got keys, Yeezy shopping. I sip lean, I know green, ain't no watching. I'ma fuck your life up 'cause I'm toxic. Want her, fuck her, hit her, duck her. Ketchup, lil' nigga with mustard. What up bitch, Yeezy fuckin' up the summer. Sad hoes lookin' like what a bummer. She wanna suck my dick 'cause I'm funner. Niggas lame, all he wanna do is love her. Busta, we be fuckin' under covers. But we ain't never fuck with a undercover. Feds watchin', lil' nigga yeah the feds listenin'. I just popped Perc' 20, now my head spinnin'. You ain't never touched no money, you ain't Breadwinner. I don't even wanna fuck, I'm just head Gettin'. Aye. What up my nigga Yeezy? Okay it's money on the line. Yeah I'm slidin' in a spider while I'm thuggin' With my slime. Too short baby, one convo at A time. I'm the G lock baby but he Run it with the nine. Don't touch me, squeezin', People bleedin'. You got issues, I got reasons. Hundred up front, you can take It, leave it. You say I'm lucky then bitch Van Cleef it. He make money off the glitch In the trade lines. He wanna bang on me and throw gang signs. Gangsta, rich bitch behavin'. You wanna fuck on me, come be a savior. Don't ask me about my chain, I wouldn't do That. My lil' daddy, he'll shoot you out your Durag. How he sorry when he wouldn't buy a New bag? Got a richer nigga, I could make My boo mad.