Geeked Lyrics

I been popping meds I don't feel nothing

Her boyfriend mad as shit he tryna kill something

I can't eat the bitch I bet she still come

Straight eight on the e way can't slow down I'm tryna peele some

Rolling of a X lil bitch I'm still up

Cheated on her once but she ain't leave shawty still dumb

My demons treating live like call of duty running kills up

Customizing chops they get on whips and leave em filled up

You might catch a five five six this lil Glock came with a dick

Some like lui kang this choppa bang you know it got a kick

He still post the hoe I fucked her tho I know that Nigga sick

Can't identify that body got his face and brain hit

Special ed they see Eli get that bread go stupid

Best use his head we gone knock it off if he don't use it

Then he gone lose it you cant make me love you, your a hoe not Cupid

No truces I get in that cat abuse it then deuces

Spare a nigga please boy we ain't sparing shit

Chase him down he fall then we stand over shit

Declining all her calls bitch this shit over with

Bro ski out his mind don't want no peace he tryna smoke a bitch

Niggas hoes straight up pussy his man's died he dropped a diss

He ain't slide nigga rather get on live and talk his shit

Then he died smackers out here taking lives you get me pissed

Niggas crying you shouldn't trust yo bitch if you know Eli hit

Niggas rugs treat Niggas like roaches they get stepped on

Throwing slugs giving face shots don't need no Teflon

Cuban links stacked up to my cheeks look like my neck gone

Surgery bullets his ripped his vest and now his chest gone

I'm the type to fuck her once then leave her lone don't get attached

You the type to stress her blow her phone if she ain't texting back

I hit the streets trackhawk bloody seats they like who is that

What you mean I can't cuff treesh I can't love a nat

We got tag team on you bitch Eli Jeff then I'm Matt hardy

Ghost the bitch ain't call her since she still tryna ride me like a Harley

Gang put our sticks together bitch this a chopper party

Bitch put her lips together I be painting shit hoe I'm an artist

Drive the urus like a fucking ford

Train ya bitch all aboard

Say if he see us he gone catch us then what the fuck he running for

This ain't no rental

Bro ass want all headshots he fucking up your mental

I just want yo head thot I bet not feel no dental

Should've known to keep yo vest hollow tips might take ya breath

Should've known them thirty shots come of the hip quicker than Steph

Should've known back then them hoes doing me wrong and acting deaf

Now that I'm up she think I hat ima do her right she smoking meth

I been popping meds I don't feel nothing

Her boyfriend mad as shit he tryna kill something

I can't eat the bitch I bet she still come

Straight eight on the e way can't slow down I'm tryna peele some

Rolling of a X lil bitch I'm still up

Cheated on her once but she ain't leave shawty still dumb

My demons treating live like call of duty running kills up

Customizing chops they get on whips and leave em filled up