GEEK TO THE G lyrics

[Intro: Kyle Richh]
(Tahaa, it's-it's-it's Shomii on the beat you already know he we rockin' man)
Yo, Jaydot, what we doin' my heart?
(Ohh my god, you make me so mad)
f*ck, enough is enough, b*tch

[Chorus: Kyle Richh & JayDot Geek]
Graah, I'm on his body don't let him get low
Too many deads I don't know what to smoke
Yo, Sheik, this sh*t a float (Like, what?)
Switches on switches, don't know what to throw (Throw, like, damn)
S-SV, ease on the pedal (SV)
f*ck the cops, like, why would I settle?
Ski-Ski mask on the back of a revel (Like, what?)
Smoke Not—, but the Dotty is special (Dotty)
Cdot a problem, go kuu with the metal
Like, Dot put the dot to his noggin (b*tch)
I put the dot to his noggin
We outside, these n*ggas hiding
Off the migos, she neaky, she vibing
Oh, they moppin'? Ima' divide em
Get out the way when we looking for problems

[Verse 1: JayDot Geek]
Oh, she know me, now she wanna rump?
I done walked down blocks with my gun
Call up Lethal, that's an extra drum
Make a n*gga meet death, it ain't nowhere to run
Don't talk to me crazy, 'cause I get to clickin'
You ain't got no motion, the f*ck is you riskin'?
When you talk on my n*ggas, better be specific
I get high to the sky, ain't never no limit
I said I'm a star, been made that prediction
My life is a book, but this sh*t non-fiction
Like, what you gon' do when my strap is prescription
Ain't nothin' to tell me, I ain't gon' listen
I ain't got the roof, this sh*t gettin' easy
I'll turn a n*gga mother to a Christian
How he prayin' to God, but he sinnin'?
Not-Notti boppin', I'm jackin' the rythm
Dumout done died, he just started rippin'
These n*ggas ain't tough, everybody gonna kill em'
The D's on my di*k, I ain't tossin' this knock
Like, I spin doley, it's time to flock
He got treated like a Xan, that boy got popped
Nine times out of ten, these n*ggas don't got knocks
Caught a opp lackin' in the mall, lacking, tryna' shop
I'm the only geek, you can't tell me I'm not
On a high speed chase, getting low from a chop
I don't know how I did it, but I got low properly
When I touchdown Cali, my hands on a shotgun
[Verse 2: Kyle Richh]
Push up on me, get put in my grabba
Run down, I gotta flock him
Killing the killers then robbing the robbers
With my G, I might move like Obama
OYK, we smoke Osama
If I'm spinnin' with Debit, you better not trip
He got shot 'cause he thought he was Klay (b*tch)
Bro put em' up in a grave
Like, he got shot 'cause he thought he was brave (Ahhh)

[Chorus: Kyle Richh & JayDot Geek]
I'm on his body don't let him get low
Too many deads I don't know what to smoke
Yo, Sheik, this sh*t a float
Switches on switches, don't know what to throw (Like, damn)
S-SV, ease on the pedal
f*ck the cops, like, why would I settle?
Ski-Ski mask on the back of a revel
Smoke Not—, but the Dotty is special (Dotty)
Cdot a problem, go kuu with the metal
Like, Dot put the dot to his noggin (b*tch)
I put the dot to his noggin
We outside, these n*ggas hiding
Off the migos, she neaky, she vibing
Oh, they moppin'? Ima' divide em
Get out the way when we looking for problems

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