Kay Flock: Geeked Up (feat. Gucci Mane)

(OPM made it hit)
(Ayy, I pour me a six, now I'm geeked up, like)
(My shooters pull up in them Jeep trucks)
(We shoot at your gang, switch up, two lanes)
(Trackhawk, it can not keep up)
(We shoot at your gang, switch up, two lanes)
(Trackhawk, it can not keep up)

Ayy, I pour me a six, now I'm geeked up, like
My shooters pull up in them Jeep trucks
We shoot at your gang, switch up, two lanes
Trackhawk, it can not keep up
We shoot at your gang, switch up, two lanes
Trackhawk, it can not keep up
Ayy, I pour me a six, now I'm geeked up, like
My shooters pull up in them Jeep trucks
We shoot at your gang, switch up, two lanes
Trackhawk, it can not keep up
We shoot at your gang, switch up, two lanes
Trackhawk, it can not keep up

I be where the stick, attachin' the beam so I know I won't miss
Let him run, he get left like he Rick, bullets burn him, watch him clutch
Happy got left in the lift, how y'all all lookin' up for a hit?
You let dumb so there's Zs on my dick, I try to spin through it, aim out the whip
Tryna hit a goofy in his shit, one got hit in his back, he ain't trip
Then the other one almost went out, like a bitch
I was prayin' to God, make him slip
Ha, I'm tryna slide on the Stoley
Let him run, I'ma give him this, brodie
Don't even saw I could do this shit, dolie
Fuck if I'm right, I'ma still take his homie
R.I.P. Nas, yeah, I blitz for the crodie
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, I know they can't hold me

Ayy, I pour me a six, now I'm geeked up, like
My shooters pull up in them Jeep trucks
We shoot at your gang, switch up, two lanes
Trackhawk, it can not keep up
We shoot at your gang, switch up, two lanes
Trackhawk, it can not keep up
Ayy, I pour me a six, now I'm geeked up, like
My shooters pull up in them Jeep trucks
We shoot at your gang, switch up, two lanes
Trackhawk, it can not keep up (It's Gucci)
We shoot at your gang, switch up, two lanes
Trackhawk, it can not keep up (Go)

N.Y.C. to the A, niggas get shot up everyday (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
You pussy, better watch what you say, and this better stay out the way (Stay out my face)
I put an 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'ma real rapper
Even before I had a deal, ask 'em, Gucci labelled as a real trapper ('Wop)
Gucci and Kay Flock, leavin' it cold
But the Glock on my hip, yeah, it stay hot (Brr)
Try to put the Wraith out, but he got the race shot