Lyrics Geeked - No PT

I been popping meds I don't feel nothing
Her boyfriend mad as shit he tryna kill something
I can't eat the bitch I bet she still come
Straight eight on the e way can't slow down I'm tryna peele some
Rolling of a X lil bitch I'm still up
Cheated on her once but she ain't leave shawty still dumb
My demons treating live like call of duty running kills up
Customizing chops they get on whips and leave em filled up

You might catch a five five six this lil Glock came with a dick
Some like lui kang this choppa bang you know it got a kick
He still post the hoe I fucked her tho I know that Nigga sick
Can't identify that body got his face and brain hit
Special ed they see Eli get that bread go stupid
Best use his head we gone knock it off if he don't use it
Then he gone lose it you cant make me love you, your a hoe not Cupid
No truces I get in that cat abuse it then deuces
Spare a nigga please boy we ain't sparing shit
Chase him down he fall then we stand over shit
Declining all her calls bitch this shit over with
Bro ski out his mind don't want no peace he tryna smoke a bitch
Niggas hoes straight up pussy his man's died he dropped a diss
He ain't slide nigga rather get on live and talk his shit
Then he died smackers out here taking lives you get me pissed
Niggas crying you shouldn't trust yo bitch if you know Eli hit
Niggas rugs treat Niggas like roaches they get stepped on
Throwing slugs giving face shots don't need no Teflon
Cuban links stacked up to my cheeks look like my neck gone
Surgery bullets his ripped his vest and now his chest gone
I'm the type to fuck her once then leave her lone don't get attached
You the type to stress her blow her phone if she ain't texting back
I hit the streets trackhawk bloody seats they like who is that
What you mean I can't cuff treesh I can't love a nat
We got tag team on you bitch Eli Jeff then I'm Matt hardy
Ghost the bitch ain't call her since she still tryna ride me like a Harley
Gang put our sticks together bitch this a chopper party
Bitch put her lips together I be painting shit hoe I'm an artist
Drive the urus like a fucking ford
Train ya bitch all aboard
Say if he see us he gone catch us then what the fuck he running for
This ain't no rental
Bro ass want all headshots he fucking up your mental
I just want yo head thot I bet not feel no dental
Should've known to keep yo vest hollow tips might take ya breath
Should've known them thirty shots come of the hip quicker than Steph
Should've known back then them hoes doing me wrong and acting deaf
Now that I'm up she think I hat ima do her right she smoking meth

I been popping meds I don't feel nothing
Her boyfriend mad as shit he tryna kill something
I can't eat the bitch I bet she still come
Straight eight on the e way can't slow down I'm tryna peele some
Rolling of a X lil bitch I'm still up
Cheated on her once but she ain't leave shawty still dumb
My demons treating live like call of duty running kills up
Customizing chops they get on whips and leave em filled up