Addy Geek lyrics

[Intro]
(Wisvoo)
Brr, brr

[Verse]
Geekin' off a f*ckin' Addy, yeah
Rockin' Off White with Bally, yeah
Got a glass pint from Cali'
He shop at Ross, all these f*cking millions, I keep adding
b*tch, get up out my face with all that nagging
Two Glocks part of me, no lacking
Yeah, the pistol get to f*ckin' clapping
If the b*tch bad, you know that I'ma bag it
Thirty-five pointers in my tennis, b*tch, and yeah, my left wrist is some baguettes
Turned a couple n*ggas up off of some features, carry like a basket
My b*tch waist slim like she fasting
You gon' hear that motherf*cking Glock click like a seatbelt when it fasten
All my drug dealers, what's happening?
Most of my n*ggas still in the streets and they f*ckin' trappin', n*gga, no capping
Gеt his nose wiped, no napkin
Strapped likе Iraq, n*gga, we packing
Russian cutter, this b*tch nasty
f*ck Balenci', I change up my fashion
And my b*tch just like me, she bragging
Hit her up, now that pus*y gasping
I could show you some tricks, some magic
Yeah, watch how them racks turned elastic
Cup full of Tris, clutching my plastic
Stuff her throat, got this b*tch gagging
Connect the play like he John Madden
And f*ck what he say, that n*gga just rapping
Yeah, that switch talking Pig Latin
Yeah, step back from the three, my shooter Curry or CP3
This b*tch like an NPC
Made a million off my PC
And my scammers hit a PC
Rocking YSL with LV
Yeah, Louis when you smell me
You won't hop up in that V
Said she wanna go out to eat
Text the b*tch back like, "We'll see"
She'll slobber, she a neat freak
Clean me up when she eat me
If ain't about the money
Yeah, ain't no reason to proceed
I'll fly the b*tch across the sea
Put her ass in [?][1:20]
[Outro]
[?][1:23]
Yeah, yeah, yeah