Geeker! Lyrics

Ecstasies they calling, told her do not pick that up

Make a sound, drop a sound, bitch you know we fuck shit up

Bitch yeah we gon pop out every time and i'm gon make the cut

My new bitch she blasian and she on my dick she tryna fuck

She a geeker, and I stay tweakin' bout that bitch for real

Suicide run in my mind, and it's like damn you down to kill

It's like damn you down to kill your self to be yourself for real

My niggas think homicide ain't nothin' left but a hollow shell for real

Hollows through his chest

Turn that boy into a hollow killed

I spent some time just for myself so I can know myself for real

Twin done told me, please don't tweak about that bitch don't let it spill

I feel like money, only thing that really know just how I feel

We gon double back and spin back and double back again

And if she try to fuck with the gang then you know bitch i'm on her friend

This shit really hot, that bitch want me pay up for her tan

And my ego getting boosted by these mu'fuckin tens

I can't stop, huh

Bitch I got too hot, bitch

Only thing that's cold is all this ice i'm 'bout to cop lil bitch

Keep them fake niggas away, all them niggas had to get dropped

And if you feel some type of way then bitch you can suck my cock

She a geeker, and I stay tweakin' bout that bitch for real

Suicide run in my mind, and it's like damn you down to kill

It's like damn you down to kill your self to be yourself for real

My niggas think homicide, ain't nun left but a hollow shell for real

Hollow shell for real

Bitch hollow shell for real

My niggas think homicide, ain't nothin' left but a hollow shell for real

Hollow shell for real

Bitch hollow shell for real

My niggas think homicide, ain't nothin' left but a hollow shell for real