PDub The Producer - Geeked lyrics

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PDub The Producer - Geeked lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Kikke] Patron and D'usse ho I'm so geeked, I get bullied ho My eyes glazed like donuts ho Damn my hoes don't own no clothes Come through stuntin, steal the show Wet you up from head to toe Getting bucks like Greg Monroe And bout my bills like Buffalo [Verse 2: Petee] Popping pills like prescription Where yo girl? I think she missin' I'm twistin' lean all in the kitchen I cop a brick & then I flip it b**h I am moving the dope, mixing Hennessy with the coke My diamonds more slippery than soap Spent a couple hundred on a coat Then I dropped a band on a boat Then I park that sh** right inside my moat I'm gonna wet a n***a up, I hope he know how to float Designer all on my body, bout to turn your girlfriend to a mommy She f**ed the squad off the molly We flying out to Abu Daubi I drop bombs like Nagasaki She ride my dick like Kawasaki I beat the p**y up like rocky She slob all up on my knobby Diamond wet look they blue Can't f** with you, get the clue? Give her special sauce like PDQ Via P's D in you [Verse 3: Lil Kikke] Petee in the back of the trap wit a b**h so fine make him lose his mind All about the grind if you ain't bout paper, b**h don't waste my time Got the stash on me With the green on me With the guap on me With your b**h on me Cuz your b**h lonely and she want money I'mma kick her out in the morning (god damn) [Hook: Petee] b**h I'm geeked, b**h I'm geeked I can't see Ain't no sleep With a piece Toting heat We up next Take a seat (x2) [Verse 4: Lil Kikke] Stay wit the heat, no D Wade b**h Leave a ho wet, she a mermaid b**h Cut a b**h off, where the first aid kit? Take a b**h home then I eat that clit Aye, come through we stuntin' on hoes Aye, b**h we be doin the most Aye, we gon pull up in a ghost Aye, got me feelin like the GOAT Me & Petee we be winnin' be k**in' and saying goodbye to the ceilings 24/7 we geekin' we scheming for cream and we ducking these feelings 2 45s on me oh my Get money b**h like 365 Got bad b**hes from 305 Got money trees and b**h they thrive 24 hours we gettin this bread And we smokin' that green so we smokin' that shrek And my flow is so sick gotta go to the vet And I'm spittin this rap so I'm never in debt If it isn't for guap b**h I rather be dead And I make that b**h sweat while I'm getting her wet b**h we aim for the chest, b**h we never get rest And she screamin' my name cuz I asked for RESPEK [Verse 5: Yung JB] It's Yung JB comin' through the way (aye) If you ain't f**in with me, you ain't gotta stay (aye) But, why wouldn't ya? Know my weed is potent, said it once before , now you know it Lewinsky, Kaminsky, my homies is with me Kikke just snapped, put the crew on the beat Across the screen you can't see all the Feat Don't matter tho, you know we comin with heat [Hook: Petee & Lil Kikke] b**h I'm geeked, b**h I'm geeked I can't see Ain't no sleep With a piece Toting heat We up next Take a seat (x2) [Verse 6: Yung JB] Luxury lifestyle, was made for me Steady O's, steady crossin' the T's Push to start, no need for a key Push and pull, friction all in between Somebody watching me, I feel like Rockwell If I ain't rappin', then I let my co*k tell He's spitting, while I sip my co*ktail I'm, smokin' you hearin my stock yell Movin the cartel DS2 benchin the barbell Off his chest Out his chest Pa** it like a test Mind filled with darkness Can't wait to see me like Loch Ness Gain experience, you a witness Lose it all, can't risk it One good girl worth a thousand b**hes Suicide wit all that p**y I be drownin; in it