CHII WVTTZ - Geekin
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{intro}
(glo made that beat)
Like gang, gang
Like gang, gang
We on dat g shit
Run up on me gotta worry about defense
And hes mad this shit keep repeating
Had that boy dead in a matter of blinkin'
And that pussy boy thought i was bluffin'
Look
Gang
Gang
{chorus}
Like gang, we on that g shit
Run up on me gotta worry about defense (grr)
And he's mad this shit keep repeatin'
Had that boy dead in a matter of blinkin'
And that pussy boy thought i was bluffin'
I got a gun so watch how i be scuffin'
And this shit sound louder than thunder
Bullets they fade through the side of his stomach
{verse 1}
Like gang , tell em we do shit
Free jo wvttz , in the spot he shoot shit
Got kay in the cut, he boom shit
Dougz that's a mac, you know he gon' do him
Got six in the clip , go screw him
Hollows connect cus them shit went through him
Pussy boy i could put you in passes
Eight hundred k , them n**as be rattin' (grra grra boom)
Yg be the set y'all jackin'
Nobody shoot , tell them n**as stop cappin'
Ue that shit really clappin
Pass me the (?...) im tappin'
N**as (?...) y'all n**as be rappin'
No gun shots on the block no trappin'
And you jacking grape street k
But you never touched grape
How the fuck did that happen?
{verse 2}
Like what , we really do shit
Fold back n**a fore we get to boomin'
And you know i'm in the cut like a band-aid
I ain't see gz this shit been a decade
Hit that boy in the head with a hollow
Now that boy dead like he got a head-ache
Ain't no fightin , not no playin, no checkin
Like, we spot the gz you know we gon' wet em (grra grra boom)
Pull the guns out, brodie go get em
I catch a head , you know i'mma sinner
Spin through the 4z trynna catch me a victim
Spin through the 4z trynna catch me a victim
{verse 3}
Like gang, we on that g shit
Run up on me gotta worry about defense
And he's mad this shit keep repeatin'
Had that boy dead in a matter of blinkin'
And that pussy boy thought i was bluffin'
I got a gun so watch how i be scuffin' (gang)
And this shit sound louder than thunder
Bullets they fade through the side of his stomach
Like gang, tell em we do shit
Free jo wvttz , in the spot he shoot shit
Got kay in the cut, he boom shit
Dougz that's a mac, you know he gon' do him
Got six in the clip , go screw him
Hollows connect cus them shit went through him (gang)
Pussy boy i could put you in passes (gang)
Eight hundred k , them n**as be rattin' (gang gang gang n**a)
(suck ma dick)
{intro}
(glo made that beat)
Like gang, gang
Like gang, gang
We on dat g shit
Run up on me gotta worry about defense
And hes mad this shit keep repeating
Had that boy dead in a matter of blinkin'
And that pussy boy thought i was bluffin'
Look
Gang
Gang
{chorus}
Like gang, we on that g shit
Run up on me gotta worry about defense (grr)
And he's mad this shit keep repeatin'
Had that boy dead in a matter of blinkin'
And that pussy boy thought i was bluffin'
I got a gun so watch how i be scuffin'
And this shit sound louder than thunder
Bullets they fade through the side of his stomach
{verse 1}
Like gang , tell em we do shit
Free jo wvttz , in the spot he shoot shit
Got kay in the cut, he boom shit
Dougz that's a mac, you know he gon' do him
Got six in the clip , go screw him
Hollows connect cus them shit went through him
Pussy boy i could put you in passes
Eight hundred k , them n**as be rattin' (grra grra boom)
Yg be the set y'all jackin'
Nobody shoot , tell them n**as stop cappin'
Ue that shit really clappin
Pass me the (?...) im tappin'
N**as (?...) y'all n**as be rappin'
No gun shots on the block no trappin'
And you jacking grape street k
But you never touched grape
How the fuck did that happen?
{verse 2}
Like what , we really do shit
Fold back n**a fore we get to boomin'
And you know i'm in the cut like a band-aid
I ain't see gz this shit been a decade
Hit that boy in the head with a hollow
Now that boy dead like he got a head-ache
Ain't no fightin , not no playin, no checkin
Like, we spot the gz you know we gon' wet em (grra grra boom)
Pull the guns out, brodie go get em
I catch a head , you know i'mma sinner
Spin through the 4z trynna catch me a victim
Spin through the 4z trynna catch me a victim
{verse 3}
Like gang, we on that g shit
Run up on me gotta worry about defense
And he's mad this shit keep repeatin'
Had that boy dead in a matter of blinkin'
And that pussy boy thought i was bluffin'
I got a gun so watch how i be scuffin' (gang)
And this shit sound louder than thunder
Bullets they fade through the side of his stomach
Like gang, tell em we do shit
Free jo wvttz , in the spot he shoot shit
Got kay in the cut, he boom shit
Dougz that's a mac, you know he gon' do him
Got six in the clip , go screw him
Hollows connect cus them shit went through him (gang)
Pussy boy i could put you in passes (gang)
Eight hundred k , them n**as be rattin' (gang gang gang n**a)
(suck ma dick)
