Luh g33k - no pass

Alright, let's do it
Good morning, Solis
Here we go
Like, what's the deal
I be quick, drop my mask
better the geico, when we slide
You know my niggas be quick to crash
My young niggas talk to the devil
Cause he spin shit like he taz
Like my niggas don't fuck assist
We see that opp, he get no pass
Crack his top just like a can
We quick to put shit in the trash
Slow down the whip, I blow that pole
Roll up the window, then we dash
Roll up some indo, she gon' deep throat
Swerve the whip, I almost crash
Spin like Tornado, huh, glock
It gotta potato
When I mash on the boy, I'ma give him a halo
Ain't no place in the Tre that the Luh g33k can't go
Round yo block with the 5, swear to God we can tango
Know I get to the green like a young nigga Rango
I got titties on the Glock, that bih came with some mangos
Said we fuck niggas hoes, would've thought we was the bang bros
Steppin' that field with them stripes like a bengal give a fuck
Bout the hoe, kick her out, we can't mingle
Do this shit by myself with no help, bitch, I'm single
Gotta get to them chips, stack it up like Sum Pringles
Got a chop from El Chapo, this lil' bitch bilingual
Say we spent on your man, he respond with a jingle
Swear my top, that bitch got attitude
I'm number one, can't be number two
Send an opp to the moon, guess we changing his altitude
I can't fuck with, these niggas don't mean to be rude
They gon' get what they get when I walk down with two
Put a band on your head, tell my dawgs get they food
She gon' fuck with luh g33k heard, she know what I do
Spin back on that boy, smoke his ass like a Juul
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Glock on gon sing like Erica B
Know we put shit to bed, that boy countin' his sheep
Like, don't you know, my niggas gon' creep
Finna beat down they block, see a opp we delete
Had to get out the car, know he like using feet
Way I beat up the beat, you need more than police
All black gen, that bitch go with the ski
Put his ass in the ground, since he want all that beef
One foot in, one foot out, bitch, I feel like lil' meat
Know he hit up that block up them tires on street
Need some bread for that feature , can't do that for free
On the road to the mill, tryna meet up with meek
It's my favorite opp block, bitch, I want the back seat
You can see that this geek on the title, they know that I teak
Toe Tag, run up cash, leave em mad and repeat
Try to run for some cover, we takin' the sheets
Niggas be mad, they ain't me
Niggas be mad, they ain't me
What the fuck you expect when we hop out the V
I steady move gangsta, my name start with G
R. Kelly, my glock on the block, it's gon' pee
In the trap with them gunna, been pushin' them ps
Call my lil' gun Miranda, I know it's gon' sing
I said, rest in peace, Kobe, I want a opp bean
Ain't no runnin' from Geek, know he shootin' at spleens
Boy I'm high As the fuck mix the yerk with the lean
I ain't friend with these niggas, they ain't what they seem
Real denim my Glock finna rip through his jeans

Written by:
Geekio Slim

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