Letra de Geekaleek - OhGeesy

(Feat. Cash Kidd)

Yeah (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Tezzer, T-Tezzer (Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Yeah, we got beans (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Yeah, ayy, ayy

You ain't never had the feds investigate you ('Gate you)

You ain't never had the bad hoes wanna date you (Date you)

You a bad bitch, daddy gotta spank you (Spank you)

My nigga fresh out the pen, he might shank you

Extendo, I don't rock with no stock clips

If you chillin' with the opps you gettin' shot with (Ayy)

Bad hoes love a nigga out in Stockton

They let my shorty in the party with a Glock 10

Poppin', yeah, bitch, I'm so poppin' (Baow)

I got pounds, I got keys, is you shoppin'?

I sip lean, not no green, ain't no Watson

I'ma fuck your life up 'cause I'm toxic (Ayy)

Want her, fuck her, hit her, duck her (Ayy)

Catch up lil' nigga with mustard (Skrrt, skrrt)

What up, bitch? Geesy fuckin' up the summer (Woah)

Sad hoes looking like what a bummer

She wanna suck my dick 'cause I'm funner

Niggas lame, all he wanna do is love her

Buster, we be fuckin' under covers (Under cover)

But we ain't never fuck with an undercover

Feds watch, lil' nigga, yeah, the feds listenin'

I just popped a Perc' 20, now my head spinnin' (Woah)

You ain't never touched no money, you ain't bread winnin' (No)

I don't even wanna fuck, I'm just head gettin', ayy

What up, my nigga Geesy?

Ayy, huh, your bitch the breadwinner

Broke-ass bum, better cool it down like September (Broke-ass nigga)

I feel like Melly, I ride around with dead niggas (Dead niggas)

Nah, I feel like Michael Jackson how my hand glistenin' (Ayy)

Bitch wan' try suck no dick, I'm on a next mission (Nah)

If we got the right to bear arms, then I'm Ted, nigga (Ayy, you hear me?)

Diamonds two-step (Ayy), say, that's a cool necklace

What a rude heifer, dirty shoes all on my new leather

Feel like Hugh Hefner, difference is, bitch can't stay here, huh

He got hit with that Drac', hope he take care (Take care)

My dog still sellin' tight white but not the Hanes pair

I don't want no smoke with these niggas 'cause I don't play fair

Ayy, nigga cappin' like he steppin'

Got attachments like I'm Pressa, fill his chest up like a treasure (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

My bitch milking 'til the sun come up, she ain't a parent

Bugs Bunny, you gon' say, "What's up, doc'?" Reach for these karats, nigga (Baow, baow)

I just bought another chop', I don't play those games (Uh-uh)

Just so I can leave a nigga like Taylor Gang

Good bread off this sauce like Raising Cane's (You hear me?)

I got neck on the spot, I ain't catch her name (Ayy)

You think you can fuck with me? Bet your life on it

Huh, hit a bitch and I ain't carin', I'm not a white woman (Ayy)

Big Cuban, ice on it, nigga, come and try somethin' (You won't)

He took a hundred from the K, bitch, that's nine hundred, ayy

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