Geeked Up Lyrics by Kay Flock & Gucci Mane
Kay Flock intro
Like, pour me a six now I’m geeked up
Like, my shooters pull up in them Jeep trucks
We shoot at your gang, switching through lanes, track hawk, they cannot keep up
We shoot at your gang, switching through lanes, track hawk, they cannot keep up
Kay Flock chorus
Like, pour me a six now I’m geeked up
Like, my shooters pull up in them Jeep trucks
We shoot at your gang, switching through lanes, track hawk, they cannot keep up
We shoot at your gang, switching through lanes, track hawk, they cannot keep up
Like, pour me a six now I’m geeked up
Like, my shooters pull up in them Jeep trucks
We shoot at your gang, switching through lanes, track hawk, they cannot keep up
We shoot at your gang, switching through lanes, track hawk, they cannot keep up
Kay Flock verse
Xd with a stick, attached with a beam so I know I won’t miss
Let him run he get left like he rick
Bullets burn him, watch him twitch
Fuck a cab he got left in a Lyft, how y’all all linkin up for a hit?
And the dubs to the T’z to my dick
I’m tryna spin through and hang out the whip
Tryna hit a goofy in his shit
One got hit in his back and he tripped and the other one almost went out like a bitch
I was praying the dumb n**** slipped
I’m trynna slide in a stoley
Let him run, I’ma get with his brodey
Don’t need a show, I can do this shit doley
Fuck if I’m rich, I’ma still take his Roley
R.I.P Naz, yeah, I blitz for the crodey
He get got he can keep what he owe me
he get shot give a fuck what he told me
Shoot like I’m Curry, yeah I know they can’t hold me
Kay Flock chorus
Like, pour me a six now I’m geeked up
Like, my shooters pull up in them Jeep trucks
We shoot at your gang, switching through lanes, track hawk, they cannot keep up
We shoot at your gang, switching through lanes, track hawk, they cannot keep up
Like, pour me a six now I’m geeked up
Like, my shooters pull up in them Jeep trucks
We shoot at your gang, switching through lanes, track hawk, they cannot keep up
We shoot at your gang, switching through lanes, track hawk, they cannot keep up
Gucci Mane verse
NYC to the A, n****s get shot every day
They find out where you stay and they gone come where you lay
Me and my gang don’t play, got soldiers on watch with the K
You pussy better watch what you say and snitches better stay out the way
I put an opp in his place like botox shot in the face
Thought he was running the race but now he just running in place
I got bodies like a drill rapper, I ain’t capping, I’m real rapper
Even before I had a deal, ask em, Gucci labeled as a real trapper
Gucci and Kay Flock, leave a n**** cold but the glock on my hip, yeah it stay hot
Try to pull the wraith out, but he got the race shot, and twelve on my block tryna stake out
Let my n***** shake out, got em on max and I know he get mad when I break out
Walking with a shank out, blood be on the tank top, stay up top now your brains out
Money all I think bout, but a n**** dream bout, went from the jail to the dream house
Judging from the trap house, it got a scrap house, so many Ps it’s a green house
Aka the codeine house, hundred pints in it so we call it the lean house
Gucci Mane, yeah I’m the king now, used to be the plug, but now he just a fiend now
(Guciii)
Kay Flock chorus
Like, pour me a six now I’m geeked up
Like, my shooters pull up in them Jeep trucks
We shoot at your gang, switching through lanes, track hawk, they cannot keep up
We shoot at your gang, switching through lanes, track hawk, they cannot keep up
Like, pour me a six now I’m geeked up
Like, my shooters pull up in them Jeep trucks
We shoot at your gang, switching through lanes, track hawk, they cannot keep up
We shoot at your gang, switching through lanes, track hawk, they cannot keep up
