Geek
Edot Babyy
2:06Uh, I'm really rundown gang, I let that bang (Boom) Free Banga, was totin' a hammer (Boom, boom) Spot an opp and my niggas gon' blam 'em .357, this shit ain't no jammer (At all) Grrah, grrah, grrah (Grrah) Now he on a banner I could never go beef with a dancer (At all) Y'all niggas broke, man, go get y'all bands up Uh, I'm really rundown gang, I let that bang Free Banga, was totin' a hammer (Gang, gang, gang) Spot an opp and my niggas gon' blam 'em .357, this shit ain't no jammer (At all) Grrah, grrah, grrah Now he on a banner I could never go beef with a dancer (Grrah) Y'all niggas broke, man, go get y'all bands up I been fuck all the opps since April (They know that) When you comin' up them niggas gon' hate you (Facts) These niggas really ungrateful I done put niggas on and they ain't say, "Thank you" At all) Like, grrah, grrah If you know then you know Bro got booked, still totin' the pole We do hits, then we gotta get low (Gotta get low) Oh, he think I'm a kid? I'ma send him up (Gone) On bro, I'ma shoot the whole Sev up Put the stick on my waist, I'm a demon I'm tryna leave him, hop out and bleed him Call me Brady, I throw, he receive 'em (Throw, he receive 'em) Caught him lackin', he though I ain't peep him Seen him They know I'ma 'oot, I don't need a reason, look Shoutout my gang, that's one (Yes) Every opp shot, niggas know that's two Them niggas know what we do Number three nigga, just stick to the rules Or I'ma just spin through the, uh I'ma just spin through the back door It's fuck all them niggas that fuck with them niggas They really know that we Die 4 I'm really rundown gang, I let that bang Free Banga, was totin' a hammer Spot an opp and my niggas gon' blam 'em .357, this shit ain't no jammer (At all) Grrah, grrah, grrah (Grrah) Now he on a banner I could never go beef with a dancer (At all) Y'all niggas broke, man, go get y'all bands up (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah) (Uh, I'm really rundown gang, I let that bang—) (Spot an opp and my niggas gon' blam 'em) (.357, this shit ain't no jammer) (At all) (Grrah, grrah, grrah) (Grrah) (Now he on a banner) (I could never go beef with a dancer) (Y'all niggas broke—)