"Erthang Geek'd" lyrics
[?] cappin' (What up?), makin' good smashin' (Okay)
Louis loafer fashion (Uh), swag fantastic (Uh)
Hula hoop dabbin' (Yeah), [?] smashin' (What up? Nigga)
Bentley coupe shawty, yeah, time to let her have it
(Oh my God, ivaaa, you blow 'em up)
Pull up Trackhawk Jeep (Come on), 10 milli' on me (Bah)
I might even take a pic and put that shit on all week (Yeah)
Ayy, my lil' buddy 'nem tweakin' (Tweakin' out), go get a white sheet (Grrt)
Tryna get 'em X'd out, nigga, I ain't 'bout to tweet (Bitch)
Ayy, I go Ricky for the sneaks, five-hunnid-dollar Prada tee
We pushin' everything P (Pushin'), I ain't even hit my peak yet
It ain't nothin' to catch you when I'm tryna run me up a B
That whip red [?] nigga, everything geeked (Geeked)
Nigga, evertyhing G's (Brrt, rrr)
They say it cost to be dog and I paid every damn fee (Nigga)
Nigga say he smokin' bruh, we put him in a gang leaf (Nigga, get your bitch ass over here)
Fuck some rap beef
Tryna drop some cheese and fuck these niggas up like Tay Keith (Yeah)
I am the same nigga when I'm all by myself or eight deep
I'll have them gang members smashin' down your street, your street, bitch
Section 8 baby, tryna stack that money puttin' it eight feet (Nigga)
I'm nothin' like these bitch niggas out here tryna play street (Nothin' like these bitch niggas)
Nigga, I ain't nothin' like these bitch niggas (Uh-uh)
I don't fit in with 'em
Bitch nigga, I'm tryna lead by example for my kids (Blatt)
Ain't much changed through the wrong things, I be quick to split your wig, nigga (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
They still ain't got back for that shit we did to 'em
I tote a 10, my bitch a ten, I might go big body Benz on 'em (I might go big body Benz)
Nigga, I got choppers all around the crib
Pockets lookin' like a Crip, I wear that fire, bitch, I'ma dip (Six)
Bitch nigga, your bro can't tell you what it did when they slid on me (Six, six)
Pull up Trackhawk Jeep, 10 milli' on me (Bah, get your bitch ass back, nigga)
I might even take a pic and put that shit on all week
Ayy, my lil' buddy 'nem tweakin' (Tweakin' out), go get a white sheet
Tryna get 'em X'd out, nigga, I ain't 'bout to tweet (No)
Ayy, I go Ricky for the sneaks, five-hunnid-dollar Prada tee
We pushin' everything P, I ain't even hit my peak yet (Nigga)
It ain't nothin' to catch you when I'm tryna run me up a B (Nigga)
That whip red [?] nigga, everything geeked (Bitch)
Louis loafer fashion (Uh), swag fantastic (Uh)
Hula hoop dabbin' (Yeah), [?] smashin' (What up? Nigga)
Bentley coupe shawty, yeah, time to let her have it
(Oh my God, ivaaa, you blow 'em up)
Pull up Trackhawk Jeep (Come on), 10 milli' on me (Bah)
I might even take a pic and put that shit on all week (Yeah)
Ayy, my lil' buddy 'nem tweakin' (Tweakin' out), go get a white sheet (Grrt)
Tryna get 'em X'd out, nigga, I ain't 'bout to tweet (Bitch)
Ayy, I go Ricky for the sneaks, five-hunnid-dollar Prada tee
We pushin' everything P (Pushin'), I ain't even hit my peak yet
It ain't nothin' to catch you when I'm tryna run me up a B
That whip red [?] nigga, everything geeked (Geeked)
Nigga, evertyhing G's (Brrt, rrr)
They say it cost to be dog and I paid every damn fee (Nigga)
Nigga say he smokin' bruh, we put him in a gang leaf (Nigga, get your bitch ass over here)
Fuck some rap beef
Tryna drop some cheese and fuck these niggas up like Tay Keith (Yeah)
I am the same nigga when I'm all by myself or eight deep
I'll have them gang members smashin' down your street, your street, bitch
Section 8 baby, tryna stack that money puttin' it eight feet (Nigga)
I'm nothin' like these bitch niggas out here tryna play street (Nothin' like these bitch niggas)
Nigga, I ain't nothin' like these bitch niggas (Uh-uh)
I don't fit in with 'em
Bitch nigga, I'm tryna lead by example for my kids (Blatt)
Ain't much changed through the wrong things, I be quick to split your wig, nigga (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
They still ain't got back for that shit we did to 'em
I tote a 10, my bitch a ten, I might go big body Benz on 'em (I might go big body Benz)
Nigga, I got choppers all around the crib
Pockets lookin' like a Crip, I wear that fire, bitch, I'ma dip (Six)
Bitch nigga, your bro can't tell you what it did when they slid on me (Six, six)
Pull up Trackhawk Jeep, 10 milli' on me (Bah, get your bitch ass back, nigga)
I might even take a pic and put that shit on all week
Ayy, my lil' buddy 'nem tweakin' (Tweakin' out), go get a white sheet
Tryna get 'em X'd out, nigga, I ain't 'bout to tweet (No)
Ayy, I go Ricky for the sneaks, five-hunnid-dollar Prada tee
We pushin' everything P, I ain't even hit my peak yet (Nigga)
It ain't nothin' to catch you when I'm tryna run me up a B (Nigga)
That whip red [?] nigga, everything geeked (Bitch)
