I'm sippin' drank, it hurt my stomach, I think I'm about to yack
Got this shit up from my homie and he never ever lack
But this one time, he was trouble and I had to use my MAC
Oh, he must've learned his lesson 'cause he never turnin' back
Fu-F*ck you talkin' 'bout? You think the Freddie come in blessin' and finessin'?
With his gun up on his hip, he ain't just flexin'
It's a blessin' that I'm still alive, I just wanna die
Take a ride in my evil mind, what you see inside?
It is nothing, it is wicked, I'ma make you f*ckin' tweak
You a motherf*ckin' geek, tell me when you hit the P
It is nothing, it is wicked, I'ma make you f*ckin' tweak
You a motherf*ckin' geek, tell me when you hit the P
Bi-bi-bitches always trippin' on my f*ckin' time of day
Bitches, bitches always trippin' on my f*ckin' time of day
Bi-bi-bitches always trippin' on my f*ckin' time of day
I'ma kill about the bitch, no snitchin' on her, ain't no way
Bi-bi-bitches always trippin' on my f*ckin' time of day
Bitches, bitches always trippin' on my f*ckin' time of day
Bi-bi-bitches always trippin' on my f*ckin' time of day
I'ma kill about the bitch, no snitchin' on her, ain't no way
Freddie Dredd - Geek Lyrics
Freddie Dredd - Geek Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
I'm sippin' drank, it hurt my stomach, I think I'm about to yack
Got this shit up from my homie and he never ever lack
But this one time, he was trouble and I had to use my MAC
Oh, he must've learned his lesson 'cause he never turnin' back
Fu-F*ck you talkin' 'bout? You think the Freddie come in blessin' and finessin'?
With his gun up on his hip, he ain't just flexin'
It's a blessin' that I'm still alive, I just wanna die
Take a ride in my evil mind, what you see inside?
It is nothing, it is wicked, I'ma make you f*ckin' tweak
You a motherf*ckin' geek, tell me when you hit the P
It is nothing, it is wicked, I'ma make you f*ckin' tweak
You a motherf*ckin' geek, tell me when you hit the P
Bi-bi-bitches always trippin' on my f*ckin' time of day
Bitches, bitches always trippin' on my f*ckin' time of day
Bi-bi-bitches always trippin' on my f*ckin' time of day
I'ma kill about the bitch, no snitchin' on her, ain't no way
Bi-bi-bitches always trippin' on my f*ckin' time of day
Bitches, bitches always trippin' on my f*ckin' time of day
Bi-bi-bitches always trippin' on my f*ckin' time of day
I'ma kill about the bitch, no snitchin' on her, ain't no way
Got this shit up from my homie and he never ever lack
But this one time, he was trouble and I had to use my MAC
Oh, he must've learned his lesson 'cause he never turnin' back
Fu-F*ck you talkin' 'bout? You think the Freddie come in blessin' and finessin'?
With his gun up on his hip, he ain't just flexin'
It's a blessin' that I'm still alive, I just wanna die
Take a ride in my evil mind, what you see inside?
It is nothing, it is wicked, I'ma make you f*ckin' tweak
You a motherf*ckin' geek, tell me when you hit the P
It is nothing, it is wicked, I'ma make you f*ckin' tweak
You a motherf*ckin' geek, tell me when you hit the P
Bi-bi-bitches always trippin' on my f*ckin' time of day
Bitches, bitches always trippin' on my f*ckin' time of day
Bi-bi-bitches always trippin' on my f*ckin' time of day
I'ma kill about the bitch, no snitchin' on her, ain't no way
Bi-bi-bitches always trippin' on my f*ckin' time of day
Bitches, bitches always trippin' on my f*ckin' time of day
Bi-bi-bitches always trippin' on my f*ckin' time of day
I'ma kill about the bitch, no snitchin' on her, ain't no way
Writer: Ryan Mitchel Chassels, Illia Aleksandrovich Barashkov
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Performed By: Freddie Dredd
Language: English
Length: 1:16
Written by: Ryan Mitchel Chassels, Illia Aleksandrovich Barashkov