GXXKXD UP Lyrics

I just been geeked up off that X

I just been geeked up off that X

I just been geeked up off that X

Two turnt up can't fold

I'm in that mode

I'm an exterminator, he a rat and he told

We wiping his nose

I just been going crazy yeah uncontrolled

Said I'm crazy, I'm not fucking that hoe

Bad lil bitch, she sold her soul

Ain't got time for bitches, I been making that dough

Call me a baker I handle the dough

You know I'm making that bread

I just dropped bread on the X

I just dropped bread on the X

I'm just running up that bag, gotta flex

I'm just running up that bag and gotta flex

I just been geeked up off that X

I just been geeked up off that X

I asked for a call, she sent me a text

Like, bitch, what are you deaf

They went to the right, so I had to stay left

I just been steady cooking like a chef

My shooter like to blow like the ref

Half a rack on the tee, Amiri on my chest

Know im up next, get the bag gotta flex, bitch

Two turnt up can't fold, I'm in that mode

Nigga a rat and he told

Exterminator, I can't fuck with you hoes

I'm too geeked up, can't control

Nigga a fan him and his hoe

They watch how I rock, they watch how I roll

Can't switch on the gang, can not break the code

They say I'm toxic, can't fuck with you hoes

A nigga can't be loyal, need more

Fuck a threesone might have 4

Fuck ya bitch man, that's just how it go

I just been geeked up off that X

I just been geeked up off that X

I asked for a call, she sent me a text

Like, bitch, what are you deaf

They went to the right, so I had to stay left

I just been steady cooking like a chef

My shooter like to blow like the ref

Half a rack on the tee, Amiri on my chest

Know im up next, get the bag gotta flex, bitch

I just been making that bread

I just been making that guap

Bad, bad, bad, bad, bitch givin top

Me and my niggas, we spinning your block

Think I'ma butcher the way I got chops

This bitch she geeked up off of them rocks

Slidin at night with a red dot

All black in a ski mask, slide with the chop

Down when my demons put me in a box

Military weapons straight from Iraq

Walk em down like a dog, he get walked

Niggas follow me they fanned out they flock

Nigga got gunned down on his own block

Bled out too fast he aint make it to the docs

I just bought a yacht, speaking of docks

We got the info, that nigga got doxxed

Your bitch she feeling me, she want the

Yea your bitch she feeling me, she wanna rock, bitch

And that choppa go hard, you know it got switch

I ain't serving the block, ain't serving that dish

And the barrel get hot if I catch a snitch

And these nigga don't want no problem

Man I swear they all some bitches