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[intro: dj smokey & matt ox]
shadow rich gang just stole your soul (yeah)
you’re never get it back (geek)
dj smokey! triple six, b_tch (geek geek)

[chorus: matt ox]
geek
geeked up off the boat
geek, geek, geek, geek_geek up off the boat, yuh
freak [?] raw (raw)
put my d in her mouth and her jaw
and that v i’m about to swerve off
go_go od, i’m about to take to take off (up, up)
takeoff, (takeoff) goodnight_
take off with it (with it)
hop in the whip and i’m spinnin’ (spinnin’)
what i’m dressed in, i’m drenched in it, drippin’
looked at my phone, i hit ten different women
one of y’all just said that they wouldn’t
she’s listed on craig, so i hit it den dip
she ch’yeah on the d_ck and i’m ch’yeah addicted

[verse 2: acid souljah]
that b_tch who likе birdman f_ck way too many f_ckin’ rappers
i ain’t sayin’ birdman g_y but look at the way he movin’ ’round thеse rappers
he kissin’ lil wayne on the lips
i ain’t gon’ lie, i could never do that sh_t
if my manager tried to kiss me on the lips, i would pop him in his sh_t
i’m off a x pill, yeah i’m geeked up as sh_t
i’m off a x pill, yeah i’m booted up as sh_t
me and christ smokin’ gas, right out the zip
you still smokin’ quarter ounces, you a little b_tch
today i got a phone call, now i’m screamin’ free zayguapkid
i’m still screamin’ out free 2chainz
i was talkin’ to my bro on the phone like the other day
how bro in the cell and he still makin’ hits
and y’all be outside and y’all makin’ bullsh_t
i’ma call my doctor when i need a script
i’ma call my plug and i’ma get that sh_t flipped
[verse 3: bruhmanegod & dj smokey]
i don’t even do no drugs
can’t remember the last time that i had a plug
off of the juice, i feel it stuck
i’m in the backrooms with my thugs
[?] in the back of the back and he still tryna geek up on me (uh)
i’m doin’ everything for the homies, i feel like dj smokey dj smokey! (uh_uh)
i’m on the track with acid and matt ox, know they some cold_ass honkeys
i don’t need a p_ssy to condone me
i don’t need your p_ssy to condone me
the 5g is microwaving my organs (uh_uh)
and i’m lovin’ it
ch_check ya staff and you out of a job
i don’t even need a muf_ckin’ job
always really cold, tatted on my arm
started this sh_t in the school yard
started this sh_t in the classroom
started this sh_t in a bad mood
got addicted in the bathroom
yuh_yuh yuh (yuh_uh_uh_uh_uh)
i do this sh_t cuz i have to
nah, i ain’t sh_t like these rap dudes
i’ma call my thugs and attack you
i look like a beast from the backrooms
b_tch was geeked up off our energy
and he stagnant like an enemy (yuh, yuh, yuh)
[chorus: matt ox]
geek
geeked up off the boat
geek, geek, geek, geek_geek up off the boat, yuh
freak [?] raw (raw)
put my d in her mouth and her jaw
and that v i’m about to swerve off
go_go od, i’m about to take to take off (up, up)
takeoff, (takeoff)
take off with it (with it)
hop in the whip and i’m spinnin’ (spinnin’)
what i’m dressed in, i’m drenched in it, drippin’
looked at my phone, i hit ten different women
one of y’all just said that they wouldn’t
she’s listed on craig, so i hit it den dip
she ch’yeah on the d_ck and i’m ch’yeah addicted (ch’yeah)

[verse 4: christ dillinger & dj smokey]
shadow wizard money gang
mom hit the dope and had a change of heart
standin’ in the kitchen battling the bowl with the fork
i’m so high that i can’t stand
i walk in like lieutenant dan
wake up, take me a green xan
haters mad as f_ck, they really stans
my hood rougher than a mexican’s hands
pockets got an overactive thyroid glan
i drop that top like jfk
in the booth recordin’ with a russian k
all these rap n_ggas really g_y
she give me top like a tupee
tell a french b_tch voulez vous vu che
got the pack disappearin’ like andre three k
she suckin’ the d_ck, i’m like “okay”
said she wanna f_ck, i’m like “no way”
smoke weed, play overwatch all day
my b_tch ass fat like kanye
take a perc and_
she suckin’ the d_ck like_
pull up on your block like grrrraahhhh
big percs hit ’em like aaaahhhh
bullets hit that n_gga, said aaaaahhhh
i never got shot, but it don’t seem fun
baby glock bullets hotter than the sun
i ain’t finna argue, i am not the one
pockets fat as f_ck like big pun
money long as f_ck like “mmh, huh”
baby bottles on me like i suck my thumb
in the kitchen, got my wrist in the pot
boutta pull a f_ckin’ rolls royce out the pot
cook a f_ckin’ bbl up with the f_ckin’ pot
f_ck a ford explorer, out the f_ckin’ pot
the pot
[outro: dj smokey]
shadow wizard goblin insanity
this song is a war crime
sha_sha_shadow

- christ dillinger

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