One-Three - Might Be Geeked

Pill poppin I might be geeked
Still shopping I like being fleek
Designer socks, Nike feet
Too much of wock, might die in my sleep
Last bitch lost playing hide and seek
You'll get lost getting high as me
I was in the projects down 19th street
Learned from my father how to smoke and drink
Learned from my choppa how to cope when I think
Too much
She said I'm way too toxic, said its my pockets, money masculine
Brodie got gloccs, he aiming at cops, I swear that his shot too accurate
We hot box in a Acura, she got me slop top so immaculate
Like pop rocks way I'm popping up
All in her mouth, can I have a kiss
I do not fight I just shoot it up
No one on my side is a pacifist
I'm making shit for the killers in clubs
And thugs and all of that gangsta shit
I got some gas in a blunt and a cup
I'm mixing that wock with that cannabis
I pour some drop in a can of brisk
I don't know you from a can of piss
I was just smoking on cat piss
I turned that boy to a mannequin
I came in late in killer fashion, bought a cannon
Someone call the ambulance
When you get this paid, you look like the bank
I'm making it rain on the baddest bitch
Pill poppin I might be geeked
Still shopping I like being fleek
Designer socks, Nike feet
Too much of wock, might die in my sleep
Last bitch lost playing hide and seek
You'll get lost getting high as me
I was in the projects down 19th street
Learned from my father how to smoke and drink
Learned from my choppa how to cope when I think
Too much
She said I'm way too toxic, said its my pockets, money masculine
Brodie got gloccs, he aiming at cops, I swear that his shot too accurate
We hot box in a Acura, she got me slop top so immaculate
I'm on her neck like Dracula
She wetter than wet, it ain't adding up
Driveway that ass, back it up
Need it night and day then that's enough
Pill poppin I might be geeked
Still shopping I like being fleek
Designer socks, Nike feet
Too much of wock, might die in my sleep
Last bitch lost playing hide and seek
You'll get lost getting high as me
I was in the projects down 19th street
Learned from my father how to smoke and drink
Learned from my choppa how to cope when I think
Too much
She said I'm way too toxic, said its my pockets, money masculine
Brodie got gloccs, he aiming at cops, I swear that his shot too accurate
We hot box in a Acura, she got me slop top so immaculate
Like pop rocks way I'm popping up
All in her mouth, can I have a kiss
I'm on her neck like Dracula
She wetter than wet it ain't adding up
Driveway that ass, back it up
Need it night and day then that's enough

Written by:
Alfredo Carral

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