GEEKALEEK (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: OhGeesy]
Yeah (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
(Tezzer, T-Tezzer)
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Yeah, we got beans (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Yeah, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: OhGeesy]
You ain't never had the feds investigate you ('Gate you)
You ain't never had the bad hoes wanna date you (Date you)
You a bad b*tch, daddy gotta spank you (I'ma spank you)
My n*gga fresh out the pen, he might shank you
Extendo, I don't rock with no stock clips (Grrt)
If you chillin' with the opps, you gettin' shot with (Ayy)
Bad hoes love a n*gga out in Stockton
They let my shorty in the party with a Glock 10
Poppin', yeah, b*tch, I'm so poppin' (Baow)
I got pounds, I got keys, is you shoppin'?
I sip lean, not no green, ain't no Watson
I'ma f*ck your life up 'cause I'm toxic (Ayy)
Want her, f*ck her, hit her, duck her (Ayy)
Catch up, lil' n*gga, with mustard (Skrrt, skrrt)
What up, b*tch? Geesy f*ckin' up the summer (Woah)
Sad hoes lookin' like what a bummer
She wanna suck my di*k 'cause I'm funner
n*ggas lame, all he wanna do is love her
Buster, we be f*ckin' under covers (Under covers)
But we ain't never f*ck with an undercover
Feds watchin', lil' n*gga, yeah, the feds listenin'
I just popped a Perc' 20, now my head spinnin' (Woah)
You ain't never touched no money, you ain't breadwinnin' (No)
I don't even wanna f*ck, I'm just head gettin', ayy
[Interlude: BIA]
What up, my n*gga Geesy? (Yee)

[Verse 2: BIA]
Okay, it's money on the line
Yeah, I'm slidin' in that Spyder when I'm thuggin' with my slime (Skrr)
Too short, baby, one convo at the time
I'm the G-lock, baby, but he runnin' with the nine (Grrah)
Don't touch me, squeezin', people bleedin' (Uh)
You got issues, I got reasons (Uh)
Hundred up front, you could take it, leave it (Cash)
You say I'm lucky, then b*tch, Van Cleef it (Van Cleef it)
He make money off the glitch in the Tre lines (Frrt)
He wanna bang on me and throw up gang signs
Gangsta
Rich b*tch behavior
You wanna f*ck on me, come be a savior (Yeah)
Don't ask me 'bout my chain, I wouldn't do that (I wouldn't do that)
My lil' daddy, he'll shoot you out your durag (Grrah)
How he sorry when he wouldn't buy a new bag?
Got a richer n*gga, I can make my boo mad, yee