Super Geeked

[Intro: percosits]
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh

[Verse 1: percosits]
Dead faces on me, I'ma throw it up
And I'm geeked with your hoe, I got her throwing up
And I know that I'm great, so I'm going up-up
And I know that I'm great, so I'm going up
Smoke a wood to my face
Take a X to my face
I be geeked than a bitch, on the phone with my bae
Nigga [?] on bro, man that nigga must be gay
I be geeked than a bitch, smoke a wood to the face
I be geeked than a bitch, smoke a wood to the face
I be geeked than a bitch, I take a X to the face
Wood to the face, Woo-woo-wood to the face
Wood to the face, Woo-woo-wood to the face

[Verse 2: Hi-C]
Smoke a whole wood to the face
Cup full of blood, in the club with my gang
Bad Spanish bitch give me brain in the range
I've been getting fat as fuck, Ruth Chris shrimp and steak
She like, "Are you Hi-C?" Bitch, I'm Hi-C the great
I got Vivienne stones, in my wrist and my chain
Side bitch hit me up, I was on with my main
Baby, you can post a pic, but you can't post my face
Cup full of blood in the vampire rave
Baby girl hit my phone, you're tryna get slayed
Yellow bitch on the snow like a sleigh
Pull off in that i8, I took 12 on a chase
Big twin .45's on my waist
Run up on Hi-C, he get put in a grave
.45, hollow tips, [?] they strange
Laser on the Glock, put a hole in his brain
Get a fuck nigga jumped 'cause he brave
I'ma hit his main bitch out the park like the Braves
Up late night, we've been counting non-stop
Number (N)ine jeans, they like "What the fuck he rock?"
Okay baby girl, is you fucking or you not?
I just walk in the mall, 10k just to shop
And I'm with a blue face, just like Chrisean Rock
Bitch its heaven or hell, bitch, you know how I rock