Yeah
Woah-woah (Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah)
Woah-woah
I get geeked when I'm alone
Double-seal the Perc', my label said that it was strong
I can't do no favors, think this bitch gon' do me wrong
I just bought a 8 and now that motherfucker gone
I could listen to my haters but that motherfucker wrong
I'm in Rick O.
I came with my shooter, he'll pop you like some Krisco
Cartier, my wrist cold
I'm trappin', this my sixth phone
Geekin' off some molly, I can't wait to take this bitch home
Bitch, why my fits colder?
I like my bitches older
Bring that stick, I'm poled up
But I'm perfect to blow up
H-Had to break it, that lil' brick shit 'cause I'm gon' be ???
Say I'm geekin' off three drugs but they still want a P
I get high when I'm home
Bitch it's quiet, on my lone
Pull up Benz', check this chrome
I didn't get this off a loan
She can't even say the name, I got her dressin' in GARÇONS
Treat that bitch like I'm Mutombo, had to block her off my phone
I get geeked when I'm alone
Double-seal the Perc', my label said that it was strong
I can't do no favors, think this bitch gon' do me wrong
I just bought a 8 and now that motherfucker gone
I could listen to my haters but that motherfucker wrong
That motherfucker wrong
Woah-woah
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