Lyrics Geek (prod. TREETIME) - Viral C22

Bitch Imma geek
But I ain't been goin to class
I'm gonna land on my feet
She showin a whole lotta ass
I treat the red like a green
Givin a whole lotta gas
Nobody better than me
I'm at the top of the caste
Racks racks racks hands are getting hella fat
We in the back back back and she give me all she have
Racks racks racks hands are getting hella fat
We in the back back back and she give me all she have

It's like Breakin Bad how I be cookin, put my hand up on the mils
Best one on the team like I am Booker and I shoot like Patty Mills
We can put all of the weapons down and turn this to a battle of the wills
Choppa singin like it's Freddie cause I see you and I know your love will kill
Bitch I be killin and doin the crime
Then Imma run I ain't doin the time
Bust on her face so they know that she mine
Makeup be runnin it look like she cryin
Drunk on the liquor ain't doin no wine
Poppin a perky ain't doin a line
Fall to the floor, blacken my eye
But Imma be fine

Bitch Imma geek
But I ain't been goin to class
I'm gonna land on my feet
She showin a whole lotta ass
I treat the red like a green
Givin a whole lotta gas
Nobody better than me
I'm at the top of the caste
Racks racks racks hands are getting hella fat
We in the back back back and she give me all she have
Racks racks racks hands are getting hella fat
We in the back back back and she give me all she have

Walk into the bulidin of the label and they askin me to sign
Bad bitch on my side, got a strap up in my ride, in a place they'd never find
My choppa know to hide
Cause if I feel the need to take it out you gonna die
I'm gonna be fillin up bodies with hollow tips
Yeah I do the damage, my shorty a dancer, yeah I'm gettin pampered
The hamper, is full of some bloody stained clothes, they gettin damper
She put the thong on her body it's pink like a panther, I'm losin my manners

Bitch Imma geek
But I ain't been goin to class
I'm gonna land on my feet
She showin a whole lotta ass
I treat the red like a green
Givin a whole lotta gas
Nobody better than me
I'm at the top of the caste
Racks racks racks hands are getting hella fat
We in the back back back and she give me all she have
Racks racks racks hands are getting hella fat
We in the back back back and she give me all she have

And she give me all she have
And she give me all she have
Woah woah
Yeah Yeah