Geico

If I shoot ten I hit two threes (23) like Michael "K e y s" stitched on my back Baby girl that's a typo Yelling into my damn pop filter Don't make me a psycho This ain't my 15 minutes Don't be calling me Geico Step into the fire pit I know they got beef but I do not require it Before puberty I sung well on the higher pitch When I spit to fast I know they can't decipher it But that's just how I'm liking it She was dissing him, the loser left her violet With the bruises left and right this motherfucker violent She be crying dawg I think you know she don't desire it Why the fuck do I pretend to go and act so wise as shit? (Wisdo) Yea I know waste I'm a sneaker head in Canada Smoking on the Canaca That shit fucks up my stamina But hey that doesn't matter much I'm rapping lungs are hackin' dust I used to dream when smacking blunts It's been a minute tracking months When my own team be hacking punts I'm cruising to my classic stunts I never really smack it much At first she gotta back it up She wish I had that singer touch If she cheats call her swinger slut They never knew that Trinkler clutch I'm hot I need a sprinkler, fuck Spitting heat like hot coals Starr got more bitches than SSM got pot holes I'm still searching till the day I'll be a lost soul Sprinkle in the kief you know he rip a frost bowl Try to walk and not fall People out there won't admit That legends make good music Put yourself in my shoes with desire Dawg you'd lose it I don't care I keep writing I don't care I keep fighting Against every fucking odd When it's 4am I'm reciting To myself all fuckin night and Left she's loose and right she's tightened Know the central got em frightened Don't go down there it's on sight and When I'm ripping I'll enlighten All the lights and make them bright then Shining bright just like a diamond She's too young to just go die man Rap Tuivasa Hear me spit "you a monsta" Like Maz spinning in the Haas a Last place finish won't prosper Please don't gun me down I know my mouths acting like the chopper She was down to chill And then Silt asked her jus bout the lobster Got two pens like akimbo Get low girl hit the limbo I gon' tear a fucking limb bro Yet she fuckin' in skims hoe I ain't here to count my wins so Keep my dubs in the tin, yo Let me rip that nintendo Smoking on peach crescendo Keep it locked like memento I don't know why men mental She look good with chimento Ano de nascimento Tem dois noves Eu sou quente como pimento Always miss Sacramento Chill with 'Miss Sacramento' As we sip Amaretto In the heart of the ghetto She apply the Rossetto Got her lips looking bello She walk by I'm like 'hello' My damn legs would be jello She'd play me like the cello I'd be sour Morello Sniff like "yo what's that smell bro?" Snatch that Gucci like Gelo Hammer time like Stiletto She ride me like a Velo Afterwards roll a rello Avoid contact Canelo Hate the gun toting fellows Guess I'll see y'all in hell tho