Geeked!

These niggas love acting like they hard
Give 'em an Oscar
Told him shoot the 30, now he out here playing possum
Pull up with the mask half up like it's Phantom of the Opera
I want that pussy boy to know who shot him
Geeked up off a Monster, gripping that choppa
I just might pop him like-
Call him a doctor, these niggas coppers
They watching me and my roster, y'all boys imposters
Preposterous way the yoppa eat him like pasta

I'm on one
You cant stop me now, bitch I'm on the prowl
Fuck around
I might run your head into the fucking ground
You fucked up now
Boy, you fucked up now, and you can't talk me down
Swear I can't fuck with squares
And that's why all y'all finna catch these rounds
Fucked up
You still get fucked up
We loading pumps up
Let off all the shots, and then I tell him pick the slugs up
Bet that'll make him quit talking that tough stuff
Mad cause all my niggas got his bitch in the studio doing butt stuff
(Sorry)
Gotta keep it PG
Why these rappers acting like Kardashians?
You'd think we'd be on TV
Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me
They studying my catalog, this ain't easy
Difference between me and y'all, I ain't cheesy
And none these rappers real at all, y'all fake sleazy
They tryna copy, shit be flawed, you can't be me
And none of your shit really hard, you can't beat me

I bet the 40 make him dance
Finna call up my mans and spin his block away
I heard he talking to the feds, might put one in his head
Nigga, we ain't calling cops today
I swear these niggas all fans
Bitch, I don't do friends
Man, that's just not how I operate
I wake up ready to throw hands
Early morning making plans like
"Who I'm finna pop today?"
Bitch