beku san & geo mafia – who in tf?! lyrics
[chorus: geo mafia]
call my brother up, he know what’s up, it’s murder time
this sh+t is a tumor
i came out the jungle, now i’m flyin’ with the toucans
it’s blood all on my hands, yeah
who in the f+ck do you think you are?
left wrist got an audemar
right wrist got a p. phillipe
my lil’ bro, he got ’em all
i can’t even diss my oppositions, brody shot ’em all
better not catch that boy out, we gon’ play him like a [?]
[verse 1: geo mafia]
play a melody
this a symphony, i got diamonds on my t++th, yeah
“where you get them chains?” boy, i got ’em overseas, yeah
now we stackin’ (ahem), now we stackin’ cheese, yeah
mozarella pizza, i look like little ceasars
tell that b+tch, “unfortunately, i can’t come and please you”
ayy, tell that hoe, unfortunately, i no longer need her
choppa got [?] like a needle, amen
[refrain: geo mafia]
i talk to god every night before i go to sleep
i be f+ckin’ with all these hoes, but ain’t no hoe in me
uh, i be holdin’ all these racks, but ain’t no holdin’ me
can’t take control of me, mmm
{verse 2: geo mafia]
sicko called the gang, i said, “it’s time to run a drill”
i’m off a pill [?]
back then, we was searchin’ for the mills
had to get into these millions to get up out my feels
i’m literally playin’ clash royale while i record this sh+t
that lil’ b+tch take off her panties ’cause i’m back up on my h+rny sh+t
they cannot doubt me, b+tch, i know that i was born for this
iced out rolex, presidential, that’s on both the wrists
okay, i should, i
[chorus: geo mafia & beku san]
call my brother up, he know what’s up, it’s murder time
this sh+t is a tumor
i came out the jungle, now i’m flyin’ with the toucans
it’s blood all on my hands, yeah
who in the f+ck do you think you are? (yeah)
left wrist got an audemar (audemar)
right wrist got a p. phillipe (uh+huh)
my lil’ bro, he got ’em all (yeah, huh)
i can’t even diss my oppositions, brody shot ’em all (uh, uh)
better not catch that boy out, we gon’ play him like a [?]
[verse 3: beku san]
mmm, that’s just how the chips fall
but i’m just tryna focus on these b+tches, dawg
givin’ this one lockjaw
sound like dci when i bust in it
don’t know why we even still discussin’ it
[?], don’t you wanna see what i got stuffed in it?
youngin’ on my line, he said he thought that he just heard somethin’
that was the ak dumpin’
[when the feds called?] my audemar, my wrist stay jumpin’
k!llers move in silence, man, that’s probably why i don’t say nothin’
couldn’t make this sh+t up, i don’t say it if i ain’t done it
he think this sh+t funny, he keep trollin’, boy, don’t [?]
these ain’t pumas, these exclusives made me money, these rick owens
b+tch keep plannin’, i might do it, make me [?] these rick owens
b+tch keep plannin’, i might do it, tryna f+ck me while we smokin’
b+tch keep plannin’, i might (ahem)
singin’ jodeci, yeah, beggin’ on your knees, yeah
she gon’ keep it hot and ready, this ain’t little ceasars
she want me to fill her up, but this ain’t krispy kreme, yeah
careful, these latino b+tches always tryna [feed?], yeah
[refrain: beku san]
i talk to god every night before i go to sleep
i be f+ckin’ with all these hoes, but ain’t no hoe in me
uh, i be holdin’ all these racks, but ain’t no holdin’ me, mmm+hmm
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