(Yeah, niggas thought I couldn't prod)
(What the f*ck niggas talkin' 'bout?)
(Nigga I'm here now what the f*ck, yeah)
Geeked up
Yeah bitch I'm geeked up, yeah
Yeah bitch I'm fried
Want a free feat? I denied
Can't f*ck with that hoe, she a lie
No bitch, I can not f*ck with no liar
Down bad, I don't want her back though
Real slimy nigga, quick to backdoor
I lost my touch nigga, but I'm back though
Now ask me if I'm the greatest, imma' nod
He acting tuff, we know that's a facade bitch
My brother can't even leave without his rod
You can get blicked up like you Raud
Good gas got me higher then God
Bitch nigga, send him higher then God
How you switch on yo' brother? That's odd
I kick that boy out like a mod
I f*ck yo' hoe, don't give a f*ck
I f*ck yo hoe, don't give a damn
He wanna feat, tax 'em Uncle Sam
They study me, niggas tryna cram
Bitch we unique, why you stealing sounds
Yo' shit is cheap, drip from lost and found
I can tell that hoe get around
That ain't yo hoe, nigga she just for the town
And I'm sippin' mud, this shit ain't brown
Patek my wrist this shit make a nigga drown
Play with my dog, choppa put a nigga down
We broke up, but a nigga uppy now
Say you better than me you a tweaker
I'm in NY like Derek Jeter
Pop a 10, I turn to a geeker
Minus six, pour that shit by the liter
Yeah and they follow me like I'm the leader
Bitch I'm the boss
And I spend a bag don't give a f*ck bout the cost
And bitch I'm in the field, feel like Randy Moss
Yeah and they follow me like I'm the leader, leader
B-bitch I'm the boss
And I spend a bag don't give a f*ck bout the cost
And bitch I'm in the field, feel like Randy Moss
Geeked up
Yeah bitch I'm geeked up, yeah
Yeah bitch I'm fried
Want a free feat? I denied
Can't f*ck with that hoe, she a lie
No bitch, I can not f*ck with no liar
Down bad, I don't want her back though
Real slimy nigga, quick to backdoor
I lost my touch nigga, but I'm back though
Now ask me if I'm the greatest, imma' nod
He acting tuff, we know that's a facade bitch
My brother can't even leave without his rod
You can get blicked up like you Raud
Good gas got me higher then God
Bitch nigga, send him higher then God
How you switch on yo' brother? That's odd
I kick that boy out like a mod
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(Yeah, niggas thought I couldn't prod)
(What the f*ck niggas talkin' 'bout?)
(Nigga I'm here now what the f*ck, yeah)
Geeked up
Yeah bitch I'm geeked up, yeah
Yeah bitch I'm fried
Want a free feat? I denied
Can't f*ck with that hoe, she a lie
No bitch, I can not f*ck with no liar
Down bad, I don't want her back though
Real slimy nigga, quick to backdoor
I lost my touch nigga, but I'm back though
Now ask me if I'm the greatest, imma' nod
He acting tuff, we know that's a facade bitch
My brother can't even leave without his rod
You can get blicked up like you Raud
Good gas got me higher then God
Bitch nigga, send him higher then God
How you switch on yo' brother? That's odd
I kick that boy out like a mod
I f*ck yo' hoe, don't give a f*ck
I f*ck yo hoe, don't give a damn
He wanna feat, tax 'em Uncle Sam
They study me, niggas tryna cram
Bitch we unique, why you stealing sounds
Yo' shit is cheap, drip from lost and found
I can tell that hoe get around
That ain't yo hoe, nigga she just for the town
And I'm sippin' mud, this shit ain't brown
Patek my wrist this shit make a nigga drown
Play with my dog, choppa put a nigga down
We broke up, but a nigga uppy now
Say you better than me you a tweaker
I'm in NY like Derek Jeter
Pop a 10, I turn to a geeker
Minus six, pour that shit by the liter
Yeah and they follow me like I'm the leader
Bitch I'm the boss
And I spend a bag don't give a f*ck bout the cost
And bitch I'm in the field, feel like Randy Moss
Yeah and they follow me like I'm the leader, leader
B-bitch I'm the boss
And I spend a bag don't give a f*ck bout the cost
And bitch I'm in the field, feel like Randy Moss
Geeked up
Yeah bitch I'm geeked up, yeah
Yeah bitch I'm fried
Want a free feat? I denied
Can't f*ck with that hoe, she a lie
No bitch, I can not f*ck with no liar
Down bad, I don't want her back though
Real slimy nigga, quick to backdoor
I lost my touch nigga, but I'm back though
Now ask me if I'm the greatest, imma' nod
He acting tuff, we know that's a facade bitch
My brother can't even leave without his rod
You can get blicked up like you Raud
Good gas got me higher then God
Bitch nigga, send him higher then God
How you switch on yo' brother? That's odd
I kick that boy out like a mod
(What the f*ck niggas talkin' 'bout?)
(Nigga I'm here now what the f*ck, yeah)
Geeked up
Yeah bitch I'm geeked up, yeah
Yeah bitch I'm fried
Want a free feat? I denied
Can't f*ck with that hoe, she a lie
No bitch, I can not f*ck with no liar
Down bad, I don't want her back though
Real slimy nigga, quick to backdoor
I lost my touch nigga, but I'm back though
Now ask me if I'm the greatest, imma' nod
He acting tuff, we know that's a facade bitch
My brother can't even leave without his rod
You can get blicked up like you Raud
Good gas got me higher then God
Bitch nigga, send him higher then God
How you switch on yo' brother? That's odd
I kick that boy out like a mod
I f*ck yo' hoe, don't give a f*ck
I f*ck yo hoe, don't give a damn
He wanna feat, tax 'em Uncle Sam
They study me, niggas tryna cram
Bitch we unique, why you stealing sounds
Yo' shit is cheap, drip from lost and found
I can tell that hoe get around
That ain't yo hoe, nigga she just for the town
And I'm sippin' mud, this shit ain't brown
Patek my wrist this shit make a nigga drown
Play with my dog, choppa put a nigga down
We broke up, but a nigga uppy now
Say you better than me you a tweaker
I'm in NY like Derek Jeter
Pop a 10, I turn to a geeker
Minus six, pour that shit by the liter
Yeah and they follow me like I'm the leader
Bitch I'm the boss
And I spend a bag don't give a f*ck bout the cost
And bitch I'm in the field, feel like Randy Moss
Yeah and they follow me like I'm the leader, leader
B-bitch I'm the boss
And I spend a bag don't give a f*ck bout the cost
And bitch I'm in the field, feel like Randy Moss
Geeked up
Yeah bitch I'm geeked up, yeah
Yeah bitch I'm fried
Want a free feat? I denied
Can't f*ck with that hoe, she a lie
No bitch, I can not f*ck with no liar
Down bad, I don't want her back though
Real slimy nigga, quick to backdoor
I lost my touch nigga, but I'm back though
Now ask me if I'm the greatest, imma' nod
He acting tuff, we know that's a facade bitch
My brother can't even leave without his rod
You can get blicked up like you Raud
Good gas got me higher then God
Bitch nigga, send him higher then God
How you switch on yo' brother? That's odd
I kick that boy out like a mod
Writer: Jamoses Truceful
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