[Intro]

G.U.N. geekin' up

Caliber

Uh

[Verse 1: G.U.N.]

Her legs up like a Tesla

Smokin' gas like my nigga, like a wrestler

She gon' suck on that meat like a leech, yeah

Pass my bruh the .223, it's gon' speak, yeah

(Damn, they know they got me fucked up)

Turn the car down, molly got you fucked up

Stupid killed that shit, boy got you geeked up

Fuck that bitch and make her sing like Aretha, uh

[Chorus: G.U.N.]

Her legs up like a Tesla

I smoke gas, this shit nothin' but pressure

Knew we had to bless you

He talkin' so we left him on a stretcher

[Verse 2: G.U.N.]

Huh, if it's up there then it's pressure

Lift the door up, get to bustin' out the Tesla

Reincarnate of Hugh Hefner

Don't do the racks, put the rest up

Pick your ho up, let her roll up all the extra

Need two Backwoods in the morning just for breakfast

Then I put dick in her guts

Came with gang but it's really just us

Don't worry 'bout what's in my cup

Shawty wanna hang, wanna kick it, no punt

Big ice on my neck, new freezer

When I walk in, make a bitch a seizure

Then I'm walking bank when I walk into Neimans

That watch is four racks 'cause these niggas be leechin'

Yeah, stomp your ass out like a welcome mat

Fuck on his bitch at one time, I ain't comin' back

Say he want smoke, well his smoke, I'ma tax for that

Price go up and down just like jumping jacks

Hit it from the back then I put it on Snapchat

Took a few losses but I'm always gon' snap back

[Chorus: G.U.N.]

Her legs up like a Tesla

I smoke gas, this shit nothin' but pressure

Knew we had to bless you

He talkin' so we left him on a stretcher

[Verse 3: Trill Sammy]

.223, we gave him extra

Fuck that pussy boy, don't really want no N-O

Monkey nuts on the chopper, go bananas

Gettin' head and the Tesla drive itself, yeah

Geek it up, geek it up, bitch go crazy

My dick in her throat, take care of my babies

Them niggas don't want no smoke, they crazy

That money machine is counting daily

Took thirty, then forty, then made it eighty

They say what's up, I know they hatin'

Forgot her name, I think it's Katie

I threw that bitch like I'm Tom Brady

[Chorus: G.U.N.]

Her legs up like a Tesla

I smoke gas, this shit nothin' but pressure

Knew we had to bless you

He talkin' so we left him on a stretcher

Her legs up like a Tesla

I smoke gas, this shit nothin' but pressure

Knew we had to bless you

He talkin' so we left him on a stretcher