Lyrics of 'Geeked Up (feat. Kay Flock)' by Gucci Mane

(Opm made it hit)
(Like, I pour me a six, now I'm geeked up, like)
(My shooters pull up in them jeep trucks)
(We shoot at your gang, switchin' through lanes)
(Trackhawk, they cannot keep up)
(We shoot at your gang, switchin' through lanes)
(Trackhawk, they cannot keep up)

Like, I pour me a six, now I'm geeked up, like
My shooters pull up in them jeep trucks
We shoot at your gang, switchin' through lanes
Trackhawk, they cannot keep up
We shoot at your gang, switchin' through lanes
Trackhawk, they cannot keep up

Like, I pour me a six, now I'm geeked up, like
My shooters pull up in them jeep trucks
We shoot at your gang, switchin' through lanes
Trackhawk, they cannot keep up
We shoot at your gang, switchin' through lanes
Trackhawk, they cannot keep up

Xd with a stick attached to the beam
So I know I won't miss
Let him run, he gеt left like he rick
Bullеts 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's to my dick
I'm tryna spin through and hang out the whip
I'm 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 prayin' to God, make him slip
I'm tryna slide in the stoley
Let him run, I'ma get wit' his brodie
Don't need to show, I could do this shit doley
Fuck if I'm rich, I'ma still take his rollie
R.I.P. naz', yeah, I'll blaze for the crodie
He get got, he could keep what he owe me
He get shot, give a fuck what he told me
Shoot like I'm curry, I know they can't hold me

Like, I pour me a six, now I'm geeked up, like
My shooters pull up in them jeep trucks
We shoot at your gang, switchin' through lanes
Trackhawk, they cannot keep up
We shoot at your gang, switchin' through lanes
Trackhawk, they cannot keep up

Like, I pour me a six, now I'm geeked up, like
My shooters pull up in them jeep trucks
We shoot at your gang, switchin' through lanes
Trackhawk, they cannot keep up (it's Gucci)
We shoot at your gang, switchin' through lanes
Trackhawk, they cannot keep up (go)

N.Y.C. to the a, niggas get shot every day (baow, baow)
They find out where you stay, and they gon' come where you lay (come to the crib)
Me and my gang don't play, got soldiers
On watch with the k (on watch with the grraow)

You pussy, better watch what you say
And this better stay out the way (stay out my face)
I put a opp in his place, like both got shot in the face (got shot in the what?)
Thought he was runnin' the race, but now he just runnin' in place (can't even run)

I got bodies, like a drill rapper, I ain't cappin', I'm a real rapper
Even before I had a deal, ask 'em, Gucci labeled as a real trapper ('wop)
Gucci and kay flock, leave a nigga cold
But the Glock on my hip, yeah, it stay hot

Try to pull the wraith out, but he got the wraith shot
And 12 on my block tryna stakeout (damn)
Let my nigga shake out, got him on max
And I know he gettin' mad, wanna break out (damn)

Walkin' with a shake out, blow up your tank top
Stay out the top, knock your brains out (ugh)
Money, I don't think out, but a nigga dream 'bout
Went from a jail to a dream house

Started from the trap, I was ichin' out to scrap
I was so many pieces, it's a greenhouse
A.K.A. the codeine house
Hundred pints in, so we called it the lean house (lean)
Gucci mane, yeah, I'm the king now
Used to be the plug, but now he just a fiend now (Gucci)

Like, I pour me a six, now I'm geeked up, like
My shooters pull up in them jeep trucks
We shoot at your gang, switchin' through lanes
Trackhawk, they cannot keep up
We shoot at your gang, switchin' through lanes
Trackhawk, they cannot keep up