[Chorus: Whiteboi Da Geek]
PFA in the spot, you know we got the spot, like
If she ain’t baddie you know she ain’t my type
Like the way I’m tryna catch me a highlight
Brodie be buggin’, aim it at his mind, like
Pop me a 30, bitch, I get to geekin’, spark him at the stoplight
BOE K, they workin’ with the cops, like
We made it hot on they block
Studda got shot we send him to the sky, like
Park [?] we send a couple shots
Like they don’t wanna see us parked up on their block
[?] to my dick they tellin’ me to cop
Fuck all of the WAG’s all of them niggas shot
Fuck it, up it, have ‘em duckin’ shots
[Verse 1: NasFrmdaTil]
Like, look, we had them lil niggas shake
Skottie up [?], now everybody fled
Whole lotta shit I seen up in the streets
But it’s better I leave it unsaid
Lotta niggas talkin’ to the feds
Keep takin’ my niggas, shit got me upset
[?] to my dick, we duckin’ any reck
With the 8’s that’s a whole lotta chev
Free Mell he was givin’ ‘em hell
This fanny we got, no, it’s not for fashion
Beam on the-, where is the opps at?
I’m tryna click every shot gon’ make contact
No I’m not rich but just know that I got that
Hit the roads so I double my profit
Spot an opp if we miss we gon’ slide back
Hit his face we gon’ send a few rockets
[Verse 2: Rivtwer AJ]
Grrah, grrah
Like I ain’t your ordinary rapper, on the block I’m totin’ on the knock
Sha got shot and took it on a hop
If that was me and Lil Leek you know we spinnin’ blocks
Back shot, oh let’s see who really floxk
We still leave him dead for tryna Jeff bop
Like, communicative with the knock
Makko B he never had his chop
Like, Lu Rilla took one to the top
30 was slappin’ made a brain stop
Like, tell bro three left in the chop and we gotta use three to make it to the block
Grrah, this ain’t no regular chop
I’ma shoot first so watch his body drop
Grrah, we tryna make it down the block
Put the beam to his body, adrenaline stop
Grrah, niggas be all on my dick but just hopped up in the streets
KJ Swervo all up on his knees
Fuck boy gon’ Boomer bop to they p’z
Like, Mother Gaston to the B, they all get hit for tryna drop the Gz
Like, just me and Lil Leeky Da G, I remember that day we wanted us a splee
Like, niggas talk on Jeff, say less
Tell that bitch you gotta move correct
Trippin’ after dark, get him left
All masked up, hoodie and a tech
Like, it’s still free the guys, free Flex
Tryna catch him a murder, fuck boy, free [?]
Like, these other niggas got me fess
Just get off our dick go chase you a check
[Chorus]
PFA in the spot, you know we got the spot, like
If she ain’t baddie you know she ain’t my type
Like the way I’m tryna catch me a highlight
Brodie be buggin’, aim it at his mind, like
Pop me a 30 bitch I get to geekin’, spark him at the stoplight
BOE K, they workin’ with the cops, like
We made it hot on their block
Studda got shot we send him to the sky, like
Park [?] we send a couple shots
Like, they don’t wanna see us parked up on their block
[?] to my dick they tellin’ me to cop
Fuck all of the WAG’s all of them niggas shot
Fuck it, up it have ‘em duckin’ shots