Geico Lyrics

Fn it's on my side right now we gone spin

Fuck it we shoot at his friends 556 in the wind gone hit up your kin

Nah grr we finna slide fuck is you testing

Yuh nigga luh maany pull up and he blow a weapon

Yea I'm way out the east coast I got the Wesson

Grr nigga we spin on your best friend

Pull out the stick trying to show them a trick fuck

Nigga he tried to run up got blitzed

Luh maany grave digger he run em down with them sticks

Tell that boy grab a casket he gone die in this bitch

Yea fuck is you talking about we finna pull up

Come through shaking the block in all black how we push up

Bitch stop showing them lil guns yea

I got some bitch shit that'll pull up knock your lil lungs

Nigga stop looking at me like your crazy nigga I'll shoot up the party yea

What you gone do with that lil 380 grr ar on me get to sparking

Yea I'm trying to slide in all black nigga fuck is you talking about

Ar on me right now trying to shoot up your mama house

He try some dumb domino bet we gone knock 'em down

Shoot like curry with stick but I'm trying to halk em down

Niggas be thinking I'm green fuck that shit nah this ain't no geico

She looked at me and said she ain sucking no dick I said ok bye hoe

I went money crazy I don't even tote no Blick nigga I ride with a riffle

Oh you wanna be a man nigga I'll kill a dyke hoe luh maany crazy

Yea luh maany psycho

Pull up boom boom yea here go the choppa sound zoom zoom skrt off

We done halked em down

Lil boy you can run nigga yea we gone walk you down

Pull up aiming the stick grr get gone rob him now

Nigga don't flinch in this hoe imma shoot yea

He talking to much nigga shoot off his tooth

Grr we finna aim at your roof rapping to much you gone die in that booth

Slide in all black nigga I got the dickies

Ya hoe in the back trying to give me a hickie

Don't ask if I got it know I got the blickie

Ya hoe steady jocking she trying to suck dick

Man fuck you and your clique yea hop out blowing this damn stick

Yea he tried to fight and caught eight quick

I'm not with that typing boy I send a blitz

Grr grr this shit get real in the field Ian lying boy I got some scars

People had snaked me people had hated me

But i had to show em that i ain't no boy

Grr nigga we ride around with them rods grr nigga

We ride around with them toys

He try some and he gone meet the lord

I ain't with all that talking I shoot it ong nigga