GEEKALEEK lyrics

[Intro: OhGeesy & Cash Kidd]
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 (Spank you)
My n*gga fresh out the pen, he might shank you
Extendo, I don't rock with no stock clips
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 looking 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 cover)
But we ain't never f*ck with an undercover
Feds watch, 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 bread winnin' (No)
I don't even wanna f*ck, I'm just head gettin', ayy
[Interlude: Cash Kidd]
What up, my n*gga Geesy?

[Verse 2: Cash Kidd]
Ayy, huh, your b*tch the breadwinner
Broke-ass bum, better cool it down like September (Broke-ass n*gga)
I feel like Melly, I ride around with dead n*ggas (Dead n*ggas)
Nah, I feel like Michael Jackson how my hand glistenin' (Ayy)
b*tch wan' try suck no di*k, I'm on a next mission (Nah)
If we got the right to bear arms, then I'm Ted, n*gga (Ayy, you hear me?)
Diamonds two-step (Ayy), say, that's a cool necklace
What a rude heifer, dirty shoes all on my new leather
Feel like Hugh Hefner, difference is, b*tch can't stay here, huh
He got hit with that Drac', hope he take care (Take care)
My dog still sellin' tight white but not the Hanes pair
I don't want no smoke with these n*ggas 'cause I don't play fair
Ayy, n*gga cappin' like he steppin'
Got attachments like I'm Pressa, fill his chest up like a treasure (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
My b*tch milking 'til the sun come up, she ain't a parent
Bugs Bunny, you gon' say, "What's up, doc'?" Reach for these karats, n*gga (Baow, baow)
I just bought another chop', I don't play those games (Uh-uh)
Just so I can leave a n*gga like Taylor Gang
Good bread off this sauce like Raising Cane's (You hear me?)
I got neck on the spot, I ain't catch her name (Ayy)
You think you can f*ck with me? Bet your life on it
Huh, hit a b*tch and I ain't carin', I'm not a white woman (Ayy)
Big Cuban, ice on it, n*gga, come and try somethin' (You won't)
He took a hundred from the K, b*tch, that's nine hundred, ayy