GEEKALEEK (feat. BIA) (Explicit) - OhGeesy/BIA

Lyrics by：Alejandro Carranza/Cash Kidd/Diego Avendano/Tez Lamont/Moses Barrett III/Cory Evans/La Marquis Jefferson/Craig Love/Jonathan Smith

Yeah ayy ayy ayy

Tezzer t-tezzer

Ayy ayy ayy yeah ayy ayy

Yeah we got beans ayy ayy ayy ayy

You ain't never had the

Feds investigate you 'gate you

You ain't never had the

Bad h*es wanna date you date you

You a bad ***** daddy gotta

Spank you I'ma spank you

My nigga fresh out the pen

He might shank you

Extendo I don't rock with no stock clips grrt

If you chillin' with the opps

You gettin' shot with ayy

Bad h*es love a nigga out in stockton

They let my shorty in the party with a glock 10

Poppin' yeah ***** I'm so poppin' baow

I got pounds I got keys is you shoppin'

I sip lean not no green ain't no watson

I'ma **** your life up 'cause I'm toxic ayy

Want her **** her hit her duck her ayy

Catch up lil' nigga with mustard skrrt skrrt

What up ***** geesy ******* up the summer woah

Sad h*es lookin' like what a bummer

She wanna suck my d**k 'cause I'm funner

Niggas lame all he wanna do is love her

Buster we be ******* under covers under covers

But we ain't never **** with an undercover

Feds watchin' lil' nigga

Yeah the feds listenin'

I just popped a perc' 20

Now my head spinnin' woah

You ain't never touched no money

You ain't breadwinnin' no

I don't even wanna ****

I'm just head gettin' ayy

What up my nigga geesy yee

Okay it's money on the line

Yeah I'm slidin' in that spyder when

I'm thuggin' with my slime skrr

Too short baby one convo at the time

I'm the g-lock baby

But he runnin' with the nine grrah

Don't touch me squeezin' people bleedin' uh

You got issues I got reasons uh

Hundred up front

You could take it leave it cash

You say I'm lucky then *****

Van cleef it van cleef it

He make money off the glitch

In the tre lines frrt

He wanna bang on me and

Throw up gang signs

Gangsta

Rich ***** behavior

You wanna **** on me come be a savior yeah

Don't ask me 'bout my chain

I wouldn't do that I wouldn't do that

My lil' daddy he'll shoot you out your durag grrah

How he sorry when he wouldn't buy a new bag

Got a richer nigga I can make my boo mad yee