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geeked up - sectionsmokes lyrics

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stop all the talking down
like a dog we gon walk em down
we gon spark em up

smoke me like a wood she gon face me
do the work this cc cleaner erase it

off white on me they thought this was k swiss
pouring the wockhardt up like i hate tris

got my glockhardt like i hate p*ss
this gun shoot gon stop cars
gimme one second ima pop bars
everyone with me high as f*ck we on mars

so many sticks we gon rip him apart
tryna fill my shopping cart
no you is not apart
got yo b*tch wanna ride
smoke that boy like a hyde

like some gas we get him fried
i know the truth and you telling lies
sent a pack to air and i bet it flys
we got the glocks with the mags in all the sizes
we stain that boy like grease no hot fries

we put that boy in a box like popeyes
my shooter pop out with the gun like popeye
my shooter pop out with the gun an pop eyes
walk in the store and cop that swipe
he try to slide we gon crash his ride
that b*tch is a bop she can’t hit my hyde

h*ll no she can’t get in the ride
cut the work with a knife
yo b*tch squirt like a gun
put that sh*t to his temple he can’t run

that lil boy flexing they ain’t nun
need a shipment for that tuss

connect the piece and i bet we buss
get the drop and i bet we rush
big body just like a bus
opp thottie i don’t no trust
sipping red like i do not tuss

gun on you like you don’t no bus
card on me no uno
i get high you can prolly catch me on pluto
he is a lie he is no having

i get the green no salad
i got the green my piece valid
my pockets fat but they don’t need salad
hundred round drum it’s looking like khalid
hp on the h*llcat insane
yo b*tch ran through she got h*lla mileage
that b*tch said she wanna give me brain

and h*ll nah ion need no stylist
me and mmedz play with the cards like david blane
all black entire like i’m bruce wayne
set that boy on flame get hit with the flame
in my comments that boy a lame
get a noose because you can’t hang

it’s looking like bruises in my cup
hit my white hoe got bruises sick as f*ck

shoot this b*tch ? loose asf
oh that yo lil hoe she choosing up
got the drank we pouring up

? score up

at the end of the day i’m so up
you already know ima go up

i wake up and i geek up
your b*tch a fiend she tweaked out
you gon die if you run up

bullets rain letting em leak out
hoed him had so scared couldn’t speak out
yo b*tch stalking me she gon peek out
bullets hawking up ain’t gon run up
on his block with my heat out

- sectionsmokes lyrics

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