Geeked

[Intro: Dougie B]
(Glo made that beat?)
(Hahaha, it's Shomii on the beat, you already know how we rockin', man)
Niggas not fuckin' with us
Everything DOA, nigga
Smoking every dead nigga
If you fuck with them, nigga, we smoking 'em, nigga
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga?
Everything K, nigga
Fuck? Grrt, suck my dick
Oh my God
Bitch, I'm Get Back Gang, not Sit Back Gang
Like, no, nigga, you better listen

[Verse 1: CHII WVTTZ]
Better not run 'cause we totin' this pole
Catch shots to his chest, how the fuck he ain’t go?
Bullets, they hit up his face and his throat
Bad bitch in the cut and she givin' me throat (Gang, gang, gang)
Bet you I'm leaving the thottie, too slow
Hollows they hit him, it rip through his coat
Leg shot gang, but we aim for the throat
And his mans kept runnin', I only lеt two (Grrt)
Like, fuck that, nigga, I spin
Don’t aim for the chest, nigga, aim for thе chin (Gang, gang, gang)
That nigga got hit, got a permanent limp
We see a notification, my niggas, they ridin' (Grrah, grrah, boom)
My niggas, they ready to spin
We see a opp, hop out
My niggas, they buggin', they ready to throw about ten
That nigga pussy, he copped a new chop'
That shit collect dust, that nigga ain't spin
We catch a opp broad day, now that nigga runnin' (Dummy)
He stupid, he better not trip (Dummy)
Kay-Kay, he buggin', he hop out the V
Start throwin' these bullets, collide to his ribs (Gang)
Dougie the Makk, stop talkin' on rap (Ewok)
And these cappers, these niggas, they know where we live
Bullets start flyin', don’t care what party outside (Gang-gang-gang)
Like, hollows, they make him do flips
Gang, gang-gang-gang
Like, nigga he pussy, he Rick'
Don’t got my gun on my side, he thinkin' we lackin'
Told Swervo to pass me the blick'
We spin anywhere, one shot
Tell Bhris, stop lyin', he really not bendin' the strip (Grrt)
Sha Gz pussy, he bendin' himself
Record and yell niggas names out the whip

[Verse 2: C Blu]
I got a chop' and you know I ain’t passin'
Run up on me and I’m lettin' you have it
Two-three shots, turn a nigga to a has-been
Mexi don’t spin, like stop all the cappin'
Got beat in a cab, we ran up what's crackin'?
Fuck Money Matt, got poked by a faggot
Y'all ain’t spin for y'all mans, y'all need to stop rappin', boom
Y'all ain’t spin for y'all mans, y'all need to stop rappin'

[Verse 3: Set Da Trend]
Niggas know who the best, it ain’t up for debate
Should've seen Yogi face when I up'd it and sprayed
Nigga lucky it jammed
Me and Nas on court, like we did it again
Been 94K, now I'm smokin' your mans
Blizzy, he ran
Put faith in lil' Naz, know he totin' the ten
For Mali, I’m uppin,' put niggas on shirts
Smokin the Dummy, know he got it worst
Spin through the 8, shootin' niggas for fun
Don't think that I’m lackin', AJ got the gun
Smokin' them dead niggas by the ton
I never got hit by a bus, is you dumb?
This .40 I got, got unlimited drums
Tryna spin on my side, on JB, leave you done

[Verse 4: Dougie B]
New opp, it’s still RIP Baby
Old opps, we still smokin' on Shaney
It's a good day, we gon' beat on his baby
Throw up MB and just watch how they hate me
Baddie, she bangin' like Cardi
Baby, get muddy, we don’t do Bacardi
DOA be the gang
GBG, EBK, boomin' for Blay
Internet dissin' and niggas be snakes
Bitches be treeshin' and fiendin' to quay
And if I see the D's, my adrenaline rush
Don’t give a fuck, bitch, I’m lettin' it dump
They be like, "Dougz, you be doin' too much
They be clickin' too much," it’s the demon in us
Like, hol' on
But enough is enough
Get on the beat, yeah, I'm fuckin' it up
Been in the field, that shit never was fun
I get so much attention, I walk with a gun