Geekin' ft. Pradabae Lyrics

This nigga Goop on one

Za za, Za za

Smoking this shit I go bye bye

Laughing at niggas like ha-ha

If u pull up with OG and I feel like you trying me, nigga get ready to die die

Switch on G-lock, shot up they block block

One look at my wrist and you dropping yo shit

Gone end up inna ditch, these diamonds legit

That bitch she a 10, you know I cracked it

Now she a 5 finna hang with da guys

Smoking some zot, it's gettin real hot

Where all thots i'm finna rock out

Feeling like Wilt, I go for a hunnid'

Track on the steer bitch you know i'm not bummy

Hangin with 'shiest, bitch you know we not running

Switch on this Glock I just hold it and dump it

Feeling real spiffy i get to the money, when she get to moaning i know that she cummin'

Dickin' her down all the way to the morning

This watch on my wrist make the weather look sunny

Some opp nigga tried it, that shit looking ugly

Pour dirt in the sprite cause i come from the muddy

Pull up to the crib bring you and yo buddy

The hoes on my spam say i'm looking slutty

Slut yo' bitch out when i'm inna drought, she free pussy that's why i'on trust my bitch now

These niggas ain't gang, they wish they was us

Cant ride in this lane, this a TRX truck

If RDB catch you, you shit out of luck

We play with the money, cause we ran it up

That bit tryna talk i just came here to fuck

Rolling up 2, one for me and for you

All three of y'all can't ride this is a coupe

Mama she trippin i came in at 2

I show her da bag i'm gettin dees racks, attached to the money i'm feeling in tact

It's too late now nigga i cant fall back (It's too late now nigga i cant fall back)

Yeah, RDB shit i done put on my brother

These Cartier glasses got me seeing double

Most of these niggas just want a rebuttal

It's j shiest and Prada', you niggas in trouble

My beard been growing i got a lil stubble

I'm hoping you niggas don't think i been cuddling

Fuck the Track-hawk i think i want a Cullinan

I put the heat on my haters they bubbling

Gotta speak up i cant hear when you mumbling

I'm getting money while these niggas fumbling

(Brr) yeah, on God

Remember when they made some fun of me

Grabbing the stick i been thinking bout dumping it, yeah

They saying that 'shiest sound like Gunna

If you play, like Noodah we gone "leave you under" oh yeah

Groupies been tryna get under me, niggas been tryna check on my economy yeah

Upgrade my jewelry i'm flossing

The slime coming through, make some room when he walking in

Rapping this shit like a job and i'm clocking in

These niggas know i don't be into talking, took so many losses i just started chalking it

Took my lil shit on a mother-fucking shopping spree

Keep getting guala' these niggas ain't stopping me

I'm dollar general these niggas dollar tree, posted his hoe and the nigga unfollowed me

Slatt!