Gerk Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Lazarus!]
I got the guap, top of the-
Who want the smoke? [?]
I want the guap, top of the van
I want the guap, top of the van
I want the guap (Maxo), top of the van
(Yeah) I want the, (Yeah) I want
And I want the drip on top of them, matter of fact
Yeah (I hate Windows), ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: Lazarus!]
I got the drip, I got the sauce
I'm taking his b*tch, ain't taking no loss
If that n*gga play, I put him on pause
But these n*ggas gang, they need the poles
I'm rocking Vertigo, I feel like a boss
I walk in Designer, they shoppin' at Ross
I buy what I want, don't care what the cost
She know I got money, she take off her draws
I bleed the block, I make it hemorrhagе
I'm in the film, make 'em play likе a terrorist
Don't get to f*ck, you an embarrassment
When I'm in New Orleans, I ball like a pelican
Pull up with the Glock, I shoot up your residence
b*tch just stop, you are not relevant
Pull up with a choppa as big as an elephant
But these n*ggas snakes they are so venomous
I'm kicking with Kevo, b*tch I'm boolin'
Cat, slat, b*tch, just bleed
I got the strap make em bleed
I got racks, she give me teeth
I got packs, what you need?
Mac 10 with a beam
Tap in, f*ck with me
She jackin', that's my seeds
He take a shot, AH! What?
Ayy, I'm boutta blow this like a whistle
He talking that sh*t get hit with a pistol
Pocket rocket b*tch I stay with a missile
I send him home ain't no early dismissal
f*cking the white girl, Miss Frizzle
Pull up with the heat then I make 'em fizzle
Pull up with the beam, we cut off his signal
[Bridge: Wendigo]
We are not writing sh*t
None of us wrote anything for this
No cap

[Verse 2: Wendigo]
b*tch I'm gerkin'
Woke up this morning, I was gerkin'
Went to sleep last night, gerkin'
I'm lurkin', b*tch you ain't been workin'
I'm in the alleyway chirpin'
I'm in the crow's nest, perchin'
I'm in the store, ay
You know I do, ay
I'm out here now, ay
You ain't in crew, ay
You won't be safe, ay
I'm at the gate, ay
You been a lame, ay
I hate your face, ay
I got 'em gerkin'
I got 'em gerkin', I have been hurtin'
(I got 'em gerkin') Gerkin', gerkin', gerkin', gerkin'
I have been lurkin', [?]

[Verse 3: BRUHMANEGOD]
I gerk, I gerk, I work 'til I hurt
I'm perched, you purr
I spurr, till the mur'
You cap, you lurk, all black, new shirt
I rap, you skirt, you squirt, you twerk
You tweak, you speak, and I wanna make myself content
She creep, and that b*tch wanna suck my nut
And you already know what's going on
The spider house, lighter; higher, mouse
Spread the fire 'round
And yo' mama got the fleas
Not for me, please
Why you barking?
Sus and subtle
Gerk
Told that b*tch to go outside
You gerkin', too, you gerkin', yuh
[Verse 4: Lil Darkie]
Pull up on a gerk, I made him hurt
Pull up on a gerk b*tch, I made her twerk
I took your work, took your money (Took your money)
I like that pus*y sweet like some honey (Like some honey)
I walked up in the club with my gunny (With my gunny)
I might rob you acting funny for your cash, then do the dash
I'm acting real brash, my gun loud make a sound like some brass
I might run up on a n*gga actin' crass, punch a pus*y n*gga, uh, after class
I don't really give a sh*t, I'm ripping glass, uh
I puff and never pass, you a gerk
Gerk sh*t ain't what I'm with stay the f*ck away from me please
Yeah, I'm smoking all this grass, just how I please
Your hair look like it contain lots of grease
I don't really give a f*ck I rap for free
I rap for money too, I rap for all them bands
Please put some money in my hands and I will dance
I will drop my f*cking pants if you put enough
Got her sucking on deez nuts, gottem!
(You know I had to let Royalty on this beat)

[Verse 5: Royalty the Kidd]
b*tch I'm gerkin', these b*tches twerkin'
What the f*ck, she j*rkin', b*tch this ain't 2000
We 2010's, b*tch you know I'm going in
Never had a friend, I'm just gerkin' till I win
Yeah, we going in, never going out on these hoes
'Cause that pus*y really stanky like a trout
Hold up wait what the f*ck, b*tch, what is you about?
If you keep on trippin', I'ma have to kick you out, b*tch, don't hit the door
She a whore, matter fact, wait, pause, when them panties hit the floor
But if you trippin' have to send you to the store
'Cause I'm running out of Swishers
b*tch, go and buy me more, go into the store
(Go and buy me more)