GEEKIN! ft. Lil Doomut, Badazz & SuBzz Lyrics

Grrahh

Grr-rrahhh

Skrt (Bow, Rrahh)

Bow

Dissing on bro, get hit with hollows

This 40 make his mind blow

I do the dash, on bro', on pronto

Roll a wood, don't need no fonto

He got a glizzy? I got mines tho

30 boppa', i'm playin' my role

I fuck good, her eyes gone roll

Come outside, better have ya pole

I got my heater and this shit tucked

On bro', i'm lightin' shit up

Boys tryna hop? Then, they get flushed

Don't got the pole? Then, he get punched

I'm in the hood everyday, i'm posted

Gen5, shoot first, I hold it

G-Star Jeans and the glizzy, it's pokin'

Cashout, ten bandz, im rollin'

Go to the mall and I get me some fly shit

Come back, i'm takin' my flicks

He got hit and his hips start rockin'

He Wvttz, so, fuck it, we popped him

He in the shark, so, fuck it, we boxed him

We the chefs, lettuce (let us) chop him

Swing with a Kay, i'ma Flock him

Call me a Doc', I done shot him,

Like, call me Dwayne, i'ma Rock him

Pop out the cut, let it spark, i'ma shock him

Like, pick up the gun, i'ma drop him

Bang at his door, i'm tryna knock him

Like, wastin' my time? Clock him

Fuck takin' a pic, i'ma crop him

My lil niggas on go, tryna stop him

Like try-hards, we tryna box him

Slide left, slide right

I got my heater and he got his pipe

He got hit and he won't see tonight

If I wanna score? I'm takin' his life

I'm tryna ball like I play for the Pacers

Fuck that, I play for the Lakers

He better duck or im choppin' his taper

Tryna shake shit down, Quakers

Shit loud, wakin' up the neighbors

Bro' in the field tryna truck him, Mater

I'ma give her the Tip, Waiter

Fuck her from the back, break her (Breaker)

I run shit, call me a Mayor

I'll spead white on her face, Mayo'

Bitch, I got the Sauce, Prego

I'm tryna leave niggas shook, Faygo

Gave her the dick, told the lil bitch "Rate me"

I'm tryna swing like I play for the Yankees

That lil bitch a eater, she ate me

I smell good, smoke a whole lot of stinky

Lil bop bitch said, "she wanna link me"

I told the lil bitch, "Thumb and the pinky"

I got the juice, I told her "Drink me"

Damn, my shit stamped, ink me

This shit got kick like it's gettin' sturdy

Throw on some gloves, that gun dirty

You would get hit with led, tryna work me

I need some ass, call up the yerdys

They gon fly to the hood like birdies

I got the chicken, now, she tryna jerk me

Up that red beam, I'm alerted

I love the way the gun talk, it's flirtin'

Bow, Bow

Boom

Go up the road, tryna pop me a rover

Cash ten bandz, I need me a sofa

I'm in a hot-car, ain't pullin' over

Make ya bitch laugh, Joker

She eat my dick, she know she a yoker

She a bop, you know she a birdie

Nevermind, i'm tryna fuck, yerdy

Her pussy stink, dirty

Damn, it's that

Fat ass sin, this shit so bat

I got a Mac, this shit real fat

Nevermind, throw that ass like a strag

Uh, damnn

(Stop lookin' at me baeeboy, 'fore I smack the shit out you)

Bow, now, i'm in bag, damnn

Birkin-Birkin, she a yerdy

She suck me up for some Yercys

I'm off a Perc, this shit got me dirty

Nevermind, hop out, hit his shirty

If I catch a opp, put his ass on a birdy

Nevermind, feel like a curty (Curty)

This shit hard, heh-heh (This shit really hard, on bro')

(Shit hard babyboy, on bro!)

Like, nevermind

I'm in a car and that shit so far, damnn

Up the Road, tryna look for bars

Yea, she a stripper, she the one that I call

She a bop—

The beat went off (Chill, she a bop)

Teh-heh (Nah, we ain't doin' that Doomut)

(Fuck that bitch)

Yea, bitch a slut (On the set, heh-heh)