Geekaleek ft. FatBoy626 & Shemon2x Lyrics

Two hundred on the dash

If I ever see the jakes or sum

On the mob we ain't dissing

Just ain't fucking with a lame

I'd rather chase the ATM

Before I chase the bank

I ain't snitching

I ain't dissing

I ain't fucking with a lame

That's on the gang tho

If you keep on snitching

We gon' pop yo brain hoe

Caught a nigga lacking

And he froze up like Frozone

You catch me up in Cali

While I'm serving on the five four

Ion worried bout a nigga

Fuck what they say

I ain't fucking with these niggas

Yeah they all with the Jakes

With a model

So they know

That we getting turnt in this bitch

She a model

I just might have to fuck on this bitch

Full throttle hopefully

I don't crash up in this bitch

My nigga caught a case

You know he stay stitched

I ain't snitching

Damn nigga

Knew you was on some bitch shit

If you really bout that action

Why you slide on opposition?

Goonie light em' up

Cause we ain't fucking with that bitch shit

If it ain't from us ion care bout their opinion

Shoutout dro really tryna make a million

Lift yo mans ass up like it's Brazilian

Gucci frame

Could see the snakes thru my lens

Alone or with my brothers

It really all depends

Don't get too attached

Friends and girlfriends ends with ends

But with the fam know we locked in

Get on the beat demon timing

I just clocked in

Needa stop looking

Yo girl was pocket watching

Better tighten up

Before I have her drip dropping

Me and Joe geek a leeking we ain't stopping

Big head wanna get cuffed

You ahead of yourself

From the bay

RIP Mac Dre I'm feeling myself

Said if I leave she can't breathe

Here go a ventilator

In a whole new era

Verse and FatBoy the regulators

Regulators

I'm coming in stacking hella paper

Got this gold on me looking like a Laker

Drop it low

Touch your toes

Girl touch the floor

When I get this money bend it back

Bring some more

And you say you competition

Boy and you must be kidding

You really my son yeah you really my mini

Yeah I want all the smoke like a chimney

You boys goofy call you Disney

And I'm off the casamigos

And I'm feeling kinda tipsy

And you hoes make me sick

Yeah just stay six feet

My niggas in MLK yeah we having big dreams

On the tracks got that big popper

Something like Biggie

Wanna try me

Got that big chopper finna hit em'

And I'm spinning like a llama you can't see me

Like I'm John Cena

And I shoot like a butterina

Go I'm thinking don't feel like good butterina

Bass bumping thru the speakers

Go to the mall

Cop a fit

Then cop some sneakers

Niggas wanna hate on me

But them boys they can't see me

We is not even boy

Get the strap and it's legal

When I come in the party

Not touching all these people

And wanna try me and my strap

Let's make a movie

Call it Regal and you wanna hate me

I'm just fly like a seagull

Make a movie again and I call it shit a prequel

And these hoes coming in ones

Yeah like a Pringle

And my money blowing cold

It's sum like anemic

Diamonds dancing golden hour

Yeah them bitches blinging

Had her hitting high notes

But nah we ain't singing

Like Mike Jack we can make a thriller

Think you a main character

Nah boy you the filler

And I'm feeling kinda strong

Yeah call me Goku

Don't think I'm a blow

Well I'ma show you

Don't think I got your hoe

Let me show you

Can't go band for band

You don't got no proof

Always lying to yourself you can never tell the truth

Me and Vince

Got hits back to back

Like Babe Ruth

With the Cartier's

And I got the Crocs with the suit

Get em' out of here

And we crop them just like a picture

Say that she you blocks

But sounding like some fiction

This ain't GTA

But my niggas pass on that mission

And he wanna try

Yes he can sleep with the fishes

Oakland California yeah

This the life I'm living

In a city full of rats

And where hoes that be tripping

Speeding thru the red lights

And guess what niggas bipping

Born in the hospital as a man

But you be bitching

Hella drunk try to truck on me bitch

What you sipping

Ain't tryna catch a case

So guess what yeah I'm dipping

We don't got no capes

But we apes we gon' hit shit