Kay Flock - Geeked Up (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Kay Flock - Geeked Up (en) Lyrics
Uhn, pour me a six
now I'm geeked up
Like, my shooters pull up
in them jeep trucks
We shoot at your gang, switching
through lanes
Track hawk,
they cannot keep up
Xd with a stick, attached with a
beam so I know I won't miss
Let him run
he get left like he rick
Bullets burn him,
watch him twitch
Fuck a cab
he got left in a lyft
How y'all all linkin up
for a hit?
And the dubs to the t'z
to my dick
I'm tryna spin through and
hang out the whip
Tryna hit a goofy
in his shit
One got hit in his back
and he tripped
And the other one almost
went out like a bitch
I was praying
the dumb nigga slipped
I'm trynna slide in a stoley
Let him run,
I'ma get with his brodey
Don't need a show, I can
do this shit doley
Fuck if I'm rich, I'ma
still take his roley
R.i.p naz, yeah, I blitz
for the crodey
He get got he can keep
what he owe me
He get shot give a fuck
what he told me
Shoot like I'm curry, yeah I
know they can't hold me
Nyc to the a, niggas get shot
everyday (pow, pow)
They find out where you stay
and they gone come where you
lay (come to the crib)
Me and my gang don't play, got
soldiers on watch with the
k (watch with the--)
You pussy better watch what
you say and snitches better
stay out the way
I put an opp in his place like
botox shot in the face (got
shot in the what?)
Thought he was running the race
but now he just running in
place (can't even run)
I got bodies like a drill rapper, I
ain't capping, I'm real rapper
Even before I had a deal,
ask 'em, gucci labeled as
a real trapper (wow)
Gucci and kay flock, leave a
nigga cold but the glock on
my hip, yeah it stay hot
Try to pull the wraith out,
but he got the race shot
And twelve on my block tryna
stake out (damn)
Let my nigga shake out, got 'em
on max and I know he get mad
when I break out (wam)
Walking with a shank out, blood
be on the tank top
Stay up top now your
brains out (yeah)
Money all I think 'bout, but
a nigga dream 'bout
Went from the jail
to the dream house
Judging from the trap house,
it got a scrap house
So many p's
it's a green house
Aka the codeine house, hundred
pints in it so we call it
the lean house (lean)
Gucci mane,
yeah I'm the king now
Used to be the plug, but now he
just a fiend now (gucci)
Track hawk, they cannot keep
up (they cannot keep up)
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