Gee Wilikers Lyrics

Yeah yeah

I'm still on the block

Whole clip on an opp

Bang bang bang bang

Don't really ask Glock

I'm still at top and that's some bad news boy

Jump in the whip and I'm feeling like Batman

Going stupid on the track

Put two in ya back when I pay for the pack mane

Leave you snoozing on ya back

I'm gripping the mac

Ain't no slip when I'm strapped mane

You get chewed up for the bag

I rip and I grab all the shit in the stash mane

I be cruising to the trap

To count up the racks living life in the fast lane

This shit too easy

No wonder my fur ain't sleazy

This weather up hur is breezy

Bitch I'm covered in gold completely

First date out no Evie

Burning up weed I got from Cece

The front of my trap like BBs

You wanna take ya pick like enie

Meenie miney mo

Thinking which one should I smoke?

I ain't talking bout these Os

Lil bish I'm talking bout my foes

This summer so cold

Bitch take ya pick of the pose

Shit my bank got richer with Bones

Now this bank as big as a boat

I'll give em a loan

Just make sure you gimmie the code

We got 27 in million

Make that 27 in coke

Jump in the whip and I'm feeling like Batman

Going stupid on the track

Put two in ya back when I pay for the pack mane

Leave you snoozing on ya back

I'm gripping the mac

Ain't no slip when I'm strapped mane

You get chewed up for the bag

I rip and I grab all the shit in the stash mane

I be cruising to the trap

To count up the racks living life in the fast lane

Spending my fetty on waps

Tryna get rid of this drop

This 44 get rid of the tail I told Bobo get rid of the cops

And then told bones get ready to bail I quick reload then dump on the opps

This clip as big as Adele

Hollow tips rip shit off the knob

Go and ask Kip go and ask Glock

Don't you fuck around on my block

If you come around to Hells Kitchen

Get to tripping then you'll get shot

Don't you fuck around in these trenches

You'll go missing up here a lot

I forgot that I should've mentioned all my killas live on the block

I served ounces outta the wok

Watch it bounce the pocket the prof

That's a mountain out in the lot

Watch me count the rounds that I got

Jump in the whip and I'm feeling like Batman

Going stupid on the track

Put two in ya back when I pay for the pack mane

Leave you snoozing on ya back

I'm gripping the mac

Ain't no slip when I'm strapped mane

You get chewed up for the bag

I rip and I grab all the shit in the stash mane

I be cruising to the trap

To count up the racks living life in the fast lane