Lyrics: Malachi Patoir/Ali Cisse
Music: Malachi Patoir/Ali Cisse
***** are you tweaking?!
Wock X2
***** I'm geeked! X2
She a freak
In them sheets
***** I'm geeked! X2
She a freak
In them sheets
All that fake ass love
I don't want none of it
Drop No Pork now niggas on my ****ing dic
***** I'm geeked!
She a treesh!
She let me beat!
I won't eat!
***** I'm geeked I said I'm geeked
I just tweaked, I'm ****ing geeke
Spoking dope, I never sleep
Got a girl she like Mystique
I’m in Vermont
I’m next to the mountains
Look at my neck, look at my wrist
It look like a fountain
I'm ****ing his b***h and her p***y so wet that I swear it’s a fountai
Too much breesh
I need an accountant
Wock & Lee
We don’t gotta force
We want beef
We don’t do no pork
I just met with Jacob
I'm ****ing with yor
I’m all in LA
Next day in New York
I been doing thangs
Some thangs that i shouldn’t mention
Much niggas, I get hurt then we throw the bench in
We don’t never give a **** 'bout what a nigga benchin
What them muscles gone do when that 40 bench him?
When we bench a nigga
We gone stitch a nigga
Ima' have to run up on him then i kill the nigga
Ima' have to catch a body if he flinching nigga
Ain’t no listen nigga
You gone feel it nigga
***** I'm geeked! X2
She a freak
In them sheets
***** I'm geeked! X2
She a freak
In them sheets
Talk around the town I'm most wanted in my city
And my shawty name is Sydy
From the towns not the city *****
I don't show no pity
Lately music just been shitty
I need Effen or Ciroc
Give me 50 or the Diddy
Ain't no ones I need hundreds nigga, we don't like them fifties
For a feature or appearance gotta run it through committee
And I didn't **** your BM, that don't mean that she ain't with m
Could've hit it but I didn't, yeah she pretty with chlamydi
Want to talk?
Want to meet?
Only leave for a fee
If it's static or it's beef
We could talk
Over tea
***** I'm geeked! X2
She a freak
In them sheets
***** I'm geeked! X2
She a freak
In them sheets