geekin/B. st D. Rd ft. Willie Beem Lyrics

MmMm MmMmm

I know she wanna leave

I can't give her what she need

I know she wanted love

I just only want to freak

I just want my money

Bitch over here tryna waste my time

Feel like a running back

Way I run right through her mind

She don't even cross mine

I need marijuana

I need teremana

I need the liq in my system

Fuck wit the gang

You gone end up as missing

Red dot on the gun

Like I'm playing a mission

I'm showing my presence

Like Santa and Blitzen

I hit it one time

And I end up as missing

I wit a dime but I need a dollar back

Spin on yo block like a laundromat

Try stealing my style he a copy cat

Imma real nigga can't copy that

Nigga's can't copy me

I'm getting money imma Dollar Tree

Kane on your girl man probably

If she a neat freak

Then why she sloppin me

Like OnlyFans

I'm where the top would be

Ion sell weed but you shop wit me

Henny by the case take a shot wit me

You hang around scrubs

Probably where the doctors be

MmmMm MmmMm

I can take you where you wanna be

I'm off tequila she of the Hennessy

I got the sauce and I got the remedy

Hit her once

And she gonna remember me

Hit her once now she

Want a wedding ring

Damn she trippin

Im feeling finicky

I be trending like a topic

That's cuz you know I get

The green like I'm a Rocket

And she wanna see what's in

A young nigga wallet

But I swear to God she won't

See no deposit

Swear to God

That shit funny to me

Cuz she thought i was a dummy to be

She ain't know I'm as hip as can be

She ain't know that I see what I see

MmmMmm, MmmmMmm

Goddamn Goddamn

Goddamn Goddamn