geek - 1300 hellboy lyrics
[chorus]
talk ‘bout he cooler than me, i got some shooters fa me, yeah
i walk out with louie, with v, my b*tches is always on fleek, yeah
you cop but it’s always been cheap, yo drip and yo sauce obsolete, yeah
i walk in the party i geek, paid guapo for all of my t**th, yeah
might take ya b*tch downtown, and i’m riding round, with my head back
f*cking on ya b*tch right now, and she go down, yeah i said that
molly what ya b*tch bite down, she go wild, where meds at?
bands how a n*gga pop out, won’t cop out, you the feds, yeah
[verse 1]
aye for the rapper a chance
aye, baddie from paris it’s france
mach 5 the coupe, but be flexing the lamb
i been eating this steak, i don’t eat from a can
i been f*cking yo b*tch, might go f*ck her again
i feel like lebron though, i jumped out the gym
my diamonds is ice though, i’m flexing my gems
i ball when i touchdown, i feel like i’m cam
n*ggas claim guapo, it’s really his rent
bust down on ap, yeah
f*ck n*gga gone hate me, yeah
bad b*tch gone date me, yeah
ice neck on hd, yeah
f*ck on ya b*tch, then i give her her props
stay far from me b*tch, cause you sit with the opps
stay fire lil b*tch, and i’m getting the guap
these n*ggas get p*ssed, i’m some sh*t that they not
[chorus]
talk ‘bout he cooler than me, i got some shooters fa me, yeah
i walk out with louie, with v, my b*tches is always on fleek, yeah
you cop but it’s always been cheap, yo drip and yo sauce obsolete, yeah
i walk in the party i geek, paid guapo for all of my t**th, yeah
might take ya b*tch downtown, and i’m riding round, with my head back
f*cking on ya b*tch right now, and she go down, yeah i said that
molly what ya b*tch bite down, she go wild, where meds at?
bands how a n*gga pop out, won’t cop out, you the feds, yeah
[verse 2]
you ain’t got no big bank boy, stop wasting my time
i just came up of mixtape, n*gga i’m getting mine
aye boy, don’t get yo b*tch take, cause she hitting my line
and 13 hit yo sh*t wait, we might lose our mind
walk out i’m loaded, i’m hitting the dash, yeah
hoping a n*gga don’t crash, yeah
been playing with strings like a violin
been playing with strings, like it’s bass yeah
no i won’t f*ck on the thot
i won’t f*ck on a thot, if she don’t got a ass, yeah
shorty wanna get on the top, and i f*ck on the thot
feel like carti i smash, yeah
bad, yeah
[chorus]
talk ‘bout he cooler than me, i got some shooters fa me, yeah
i walk out with louie, with v, my b*tches is always on fleek, yeah
you cop but it’s always been cheap, yo drip and yo sauce obsolete, yeah
i walk in the party i geek, paid guapo for all of my t**th, yeah
might take ya b*tch downtown, and i’m riding round, with my head back
f*cking on ya b*tch right now, and she go down, yeah i said that
molly what ya b*tch bite down, she go wild, where meds at?
bands how a n*gga pop out, won’t cop out, you the feds, yeah
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