Geo - Heinrich lyrics

[Intro] Out here slayin' like its World War 3 Schutzstaffel org, of the NYC Got your b**h with two bruised knees I sure as f** can tell you, that's a guarantee [Verse 1] Bad b**h serve food to me on a whim Just worked out your hoe like a f**in' gym Looks like your neck needs a f**in' trim Stop speaking gibberish like a damn Sim, yeah I'm back in the Lambo, stackin' some piles Decipher if bodies or cash, it might take a while They f** me like they wanna carry my child These b**hes worship me, almost saying "Heil!" Got some hoes for my crew, but we don't f** with thots But, I sure as f** can tell you, I love some whiskey shots Somehow both those things end back on plot All we want now is my boy Chris back on top [Interlude]

My two wallets make my a** look fatter Makeup makes hoes look like the Mad Hatter Like they got f**ed and mixed in Blatter Yet, just enough to give motherf**ers a splatter [Verse 2] In a few hundred years, I'll be nobody or influential like Malcolm Specially when, I release these f**in' insane albums Specially when, I feel like I was carved by f**in' Adam They best build a statue of me made out of pure platinum I'm in my own f**in' zone You best watch my f**in' throne 'Cause there's no such thing as a Geo Clone So somebody put 'Ye on the phone [Outro] All my opponents couldn't beat me with all their might I'll have an easier job than a nazi k**in' a kike All through the dim lights of the night Isn't that quite a sight?