Geeked Up Lyrics – Luwop
Singer: Luwop
Title: Geeked Up
*cough*
*spit*
That was the sound of your b#tch when she choke on my nut
Hundreds on hundreds i stay with the bucks
Hitting like giannis i ball like a buck
.223 when i hit it go bah
Pedo my choppa the way you get touched
She trying to conversate i’m trying to f#ck
b#tch like a build a bear the way she get stuffed
Aye!
Know i stay with the bag like insomniacs
You want smoke but don’t know where to find me at
Know i stay with that metal like laundromat
How you talk out your mouth when i’m whipping a tesla
I swear you was whipping a pontiac
If you talk out your mouth then it’s gonna be first 48
All you seeing is body bags
Took his b#tch now he can’t get his bae back
This sh#t bumping just like 808 tracks
You get jacked out your sh#t i’m a take that
Shorty gave me her mouth like a face mask
Do my dance these b#tches like a ballerina
I don’t know who to pick i got too many
I’m geeked up in stu swear i’m going off the top
Pouring henny up think i had too many
I don’t know why these gold digging
b#tches think they getting money
Suck me you get two pennies
And if i’m feeling nice and the head was extravagant
f#ck around take that b#tch to denny’s
If i reach in my pocket i can’t even pull out my money
I swear my sh#t too heavy
I ain’t with all that gossiping blake lively
All you n#gg#s some b#tches i knew many
b#tch it is what it is giving my blick to my b#tch
Watch how she pop off the rip
A flacko like joe how i’m throwing dimes
Them bullets gone crawl up spine
He drop like a b#tch
We tied up his kids them n#gg#s my kids
These b#tches they loving a nig
I’m tony montana with time i f#ck up my wrist
In the kitchen i’m cooking ruth chris
Aye i knew what it was by the look on his face
I could tell that lil boy he ain’t never been straight
He can’t f#ck with the 8 on my worst or bad day
b#tch i’m lurking for brain perfectly aim
I’m worth it i made it through surgery pain
Kicking sh#t like i’m durk or i’m dame
I came from the bottom the dirt to the stage
Put n#gg#s in hearses they feeling some way
You can’t f#ck with my wave i’m something like the ocean
Put dick in this b#tch with a trojan
She just f#ck with the motion and
f#ck with my brodies my brodies get money love tokens
I’m at panera with two white b#tches like frozen
Tia tamera my throat goat goalies
Rose gold rollie both of them frozen
Both of these b#tches is stolen
Both of these b#tches is on me like unfolded clothing
I don’t need an iron and sh#t
But i keep me an iron my stick
Watch how i fire at the whip
Til my hand get tired of the blick
Til my finger get tired of the twitch
I’m tired of this b#tch i’m tired of this sh#t
I’m tired of this sh#t i’m tired of this sh#t
That’s actually hard as f#ck for real
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