Geeked at Tha House Lyrics

Man I stay geeked at the house

Man I stay geeked at the house

Man I stay geeked at the house

Tryna collect all these limbs

Feel like an antagonist, the way I go on

The way that i'm raking up all these digits, man I ain't been happy in so damn long

I been looking up through my files, man I made 800 songs

I been smoking up all these bones, cause it's a reward for crushing these skulls

How you feel bout it, let me know

Got a big drum, get him gone

Popping so many perk's in this bitch I go dumb

They Kyzic yea, got a feature or not?

I forgot

Doing all the chops

Posted up on Ritchie Street, we was selling rocks

Walking round with a blade, homie got a knock

Caught em shooting looks, then we hopped out and popped

Bitch I ain't afraid to get these bodies dropped

Been shot at bitch, I ain't get caught with no limp

Shit best get dropped, they got no evidence

Only smoking moon rocks seen em screaming

Went like what was this

Whole family missing in that bitch

All these fucking shots was a seven point two six ah

Think I give a shit well I do, but I could switch shit shit in seconds

So live what you want, jus sit and count percussion

Man I stay geeked at the house

Man I stay geeked at the house

Man I stay geeked at the house

Tryna collect all these limbs