Geeked Flashcards
Better run ‘cause we totin’ this pole
Two Shots to his chest, how the fuck he ain’t go?
Bullets, hit his face and his throat
Bad bitch cut and she givin’ me throat
Bet you I’m leaving the thottie, too slow
Hollows they hit him, it rip through his coat
Leg shot gang, but we aim for the throat
And his mans kеpt runnin’, I only let two
Like, fuck that, nigga, I spin
Don’t aim for the chеst, aim for the chin
That nigga got hit, got a permanent limp
We see a notification, my niggas, they ridin’
My niggas, they ready to spin
We see a opp, hop out
My niggas, they buggin’, they ready to throw ‘bout ten
That nigga pussy, he got a new chop’
That shit collect dust, that nigga ain’t spin
We catch a opp broad day, now that nigga runnin’, he stupid, he better not trip
Kay-Kay he buggin’, he hop out the V
Start throwin’ these bullets, collide to his ribs
Dougie the Makk, stop talkin’ on rap
And these caps, these niggas they know where we live (EWOK)
Bullets start flyin’, don’t care what party outside
Like hollows, they make him do flips
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Like, nigga he pussy, he Rick
Don’t got my gun on my side, he think that we lackin’
Told Swervo to pass me the blick’
We spin anywhere, one shot