[Intro: GlitchMan]
(Lando made this track, so you know we 'bout to turn up)
(Bro geekin')
Man, come get this nigga around (For real)
(Ill Will made the beat bounce!)
(Mosey tweakin')
We 'sniffin lines and shit
I'm tryna rap and shit
(Yeah, geekin')
(Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy that probably Tago)
[Chorus: GlitchMan]
Bro geekin', sniffin’ drugs I ended up
In the trap house, loaded up filled with cameras
Ain't no talk, can't play wit' us, ain't to spare, yeah
Send a message, on gang, we 'gon stamp, yeah
All we booted up, thinking that he 'smokin Chris Rock
We slide on a nigga, like some 'fuckin flip flops
All these fuck niggas hatin', cause they ain't gettin' guap
Ain't no rap shit, this choppa in the car gon' hear a "pop"
[Verse 1: Lil Mosey]
I just hit your bitch and she went dumb, nigga (Lil' bitch)
In my city, yeah, I hit lick for fun, nigga (Lick for fun, nigga)
In that spot, six deep, with six guns, nigga (Six guns, nigga)
And my niggas booted up, out the jugs, nigga (Out the jugs, nigga)
I got what you need, baby, you know what it do (What it do)
My nigga hold a beam, it be quick to shoot at you (Boom, boom!)
And I got all the lean, pour it up for me and you (Me and you)
And I got all the green, all my fits brand new
[Chorus: GlitchMan]
Bro geekin', sniffin’ drugs I ended up
In the trap house, loaded up filled with cameras
Ain't no talk, can't play wit' us, ain't to spare, yeah
Send a message, on gang, we 'gon stamp, yeah
All we booted up, thinking that he 'smokin Chris Rock
We slide on a nigga, like some 'fuckin flip flops
All these fuck niggas hatin', cause they ain't gettin' guap
Ain't no rap shit, this choppa in the car gon' hear a "pop"
[Verse 2: Lil Mosey]
Yeah, I'm chasin' bands, they know I'm the man (Yeah)
Yeah, my fists are moving, I just popped a xan (I just popped a 'Xan)
We was six deep, tryna get a bag
We totin' big heat, we hop up out the van (Boom)
Got a couple bad bitches on me movin' (Movin’)
I be with someone else, bitch, I hate losin' (Losin’)
They see a nigga up, now that's why they choosin' (Choosin')
All your shit, fool, fuck you think you foolin', yeah
Nigga, fuck you think you foolin'? (Foolin')
You ain't never hit a lick, was never movin' (Never movin')
If you ain't get no money, what you doing? (What you doin'?)
I be skipping states, I’ll be back soon, yeah (Back soon)
[Chorus: GlitchMan]
Bro geekin', sniffin’ drugs I ended up
In the trap house, loaded up filled with cameras
Ain't no talk, can't play wit' us, ain't to spare, yeah
Send a message, on gang, we 'gon stamp, yeah
All we booted up, thinking that he 'smokin Chris Rock
We slide on a nigga, like some 'fuckin flip flops
All these fuck niggas hatin', cause they ain't gettin' guap
Ain't no rap shit, this choppa in the car gon' hear a "pop"
