Geeked Up Lyrics – Skrilla
Singer: Skrilla
Title: Geeked Up
Yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah
Yeah, it’s me
Get the ambulance
The Devil saved me
Cut his throat, b#tch, he a chicken head (He a chicken head)
With my gangsters or my thugs, b#tch, I ain’t got no friends (Nah, for real)
Fourty Ordy walk him down like he ain’t got no legs (Kill him, kill him)
All the drugs up in my body, I ain’t got no meds (b#tch, I’m geeked up)
Flowin’ through the hood, ain’t no tint, this a fishbowl (This a fishbowl)
Finding Nemo, you can’t find that boy like Waldo (Where he go?)
Uh, thеse n#gg#s cap like Leonardo (Thеse n#gg#s cap)
I broke her back, gave her a rack, go pay your car note (Ticket, ticket)
I’m out my body, Jackie Chan, karate chop the brick (b#tch, I’m geeked up)
Bruce Leeroy
Bro keep blowin’ up my phone, he want me do the hits (Skrrt)
I’m droppin’ jewels up in the booth, this ain’t no hit or miss (Nah)
Tryna get my words up out my body, speakin’ tongues
My shooter cracked that, that boy ain’t make it home (Come here, come here)
I cracked a four dump in my Sprite, I’m in my zone (I’m crackin’ fours, for real)
My shooter blacked out, boy, you gotta watch your tone (Get him)
Hand-to-hand dealin’, we servin’ Palm Angels (Huh)
Talks with Lucifer
The Devil saved me, God ain’t save me (Huh)
How the b#tch say she love me? She ain’t even want my baby (Huh)
Feel like Friday, God did, but God ain’t save me (God ain’t save me)
Makin’ deals with the Devil, tell him Palm Ang’ me (Dope did)
I need a low tee, don’t try to Haines me (Don’t do that)
I dropped dope did ’cause that’s what saved me (Nah, for real)
I dropped block hot (Hot, hot, hot) ’cause that’s what raised me (Hot, hot, hot, hot)
Sold my soul to I don’t even know, but you can’t blame me (You can’t blame me)
I’m the hottest drug dealer up in my neighborhood (Huh?)
When the cops see me, they jump out, boy, you know what’s good (Neighborhood hot)
Yeah, I know
Shackle body head to toe, where Ogun? (Where Ogun?)
Just call up Shaka, ain’t no biggie, feel like Pac
b#tch, who shot you? (b#tch, who shot you? Huh)
Just call up Shaka, ain’t no biggie, feel like Pac
b#tch, who shot you? (Nah, for real)
Cut his throat, b#tch, he a chicken head (He a chicken head)
With my gangsters or my thugs, b#tch, I ain’t got no friends (Nah, for real)
Fourty Ordy walk him down like he ain’t got no legs (Kill him, kill him)
All the drugs up in my body, I ain’t got no meds (b#tch, I’m geeked up)
Flowin’ through the hood, ain’t no tint, this a fishbowl (This a fishbowl)
Finding Nemo, you can’t find that boy like Waldo (You can’t find that boy)
Uh, these n#gg#s cap like Leonardo (These n#gg#s cap)
I broke her back, gave her a rack, go pay your car note (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
The Devil saved me
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