OGEK lyrics

[INTRO]
Bout to geek on this sh*t like word to my dead like, face of harlem like
I know I be saying the face, people be calling me the king, Don sh*t
Like Grahh, hold on
Like what? Grahh grahh boom

[VERSE 1]
Thots call let's go on a chase
b*tch I’m a demon I shoot through them gates
No time, you gotta wait. I keep a stick when I walk out the bank
Who you? Get out my face. You not my brother I know you a snake
My hand you cannot shake. She a thot I ain't doing no dates
Like, what you did for your block? You a b*tch (What?)
Gun got kick I'ma shoot from my waist (Like, damn)
Next n*gga to say that I snitched
I’ma pop out at dark, bullets beat on his face
Yo Dre, which way? I don't need an addy I know where he lay (Likе)
Oh sh*t, I'm laced. Dumb n*gga died from a kick to the facе. (NO-)

[HOOK]
I'ma up it and click til it's empty
Who did what? n*ggas never did sh*t (Grahh)
They in love? He can die with his b*tch
Up first, shoot, he could die with his grip
I'm outside, packing a tool
Sit in the Benz, but I ain't go to school (Lil n*gga)
Street sh*t really not cool
I keep a knocka so don't be a fool
Hop out them n*ggas gon’ dip. I’m on my block where this sh*t can get lit
Like, EK we know you a b*tch. Tell Sha, "Suck my di*k."
Slide through turn him to a spliff (Like, grahh)
And your BM she be doing di*k
Like, oh sh*t he got a kid?
We gon' f*ck around beat on that b*tch
[VERSE 2]
And ya’ll better not lack by that school
Mess with my brother now I gotta shoot
Got a .40 not a duece, How am I a rat you ain't got no proof
He got shot in his head acting loose
Dumb n*gga got lined by a smooch. (SMOOCHIE)
Yo bri your pus*y was loose. She a thot pass her to crew
Knock too big can't fit in the shoe
Gotta eat can't play with my food
[?] Dump out the coup. Prey on me now you drinking a soup
I control it, no group. sh*t in my pants go grahh grahh boom
You a b*tch, what did you do? (What the f*ck?)
Throw five, you throw two
If the clip jam up he get beat with the tool

[HOOK]
Who did what? n*ggas never did sh*t
They in love? He can die with his b*tch
Up first shoot, he could die with his grip
I’m outside, packing a tool
Hop out them n*ggas gon' dip. I'm on my block where this sh*t can get lit
Like, EK we know you a b*tch. Tell Sha, "Suck my di*k."
Slide through turn him to a spliff
And your BM she be doing di*k (MAD di*k n*ggA)

[OUTRO]
And he shot by a dyke, like damn suck my di*k
n*ggas be pus*y and never on sh*t
Like, damn suck my di*k n*gga