URLtv, Geda Dot, Ian B - Geda Dot vs. Ian B lyrics
[URLtv, Geda Dot, Ian B - Geda Dot vs. Ian B lyrics]
The next time you mention my state, nigga
You better speak highly on it
Or I'll have a white boy come and ghost you
Remind you of Tommy, don't it?
'Cause you the type of nigga to think
South Carolina is all
Cornfields and scarecrows, and try me on it
Not knowin' it just mean that every stick in
The field got a body on it!
Open the closed-casket - how you want it?
Bitch, please, believe it or not: Ripley's!
Reflex test at the pediatrician if
I hit a organ
'cause it woulda been the kid knees
(kidneys)
You bettеr get your dog 'fore he tick
Mе off and a pair of sights
(parasites) be on him then I'll flee
(flea) the scene without gettin' caught
'Cause, I'll have 'em lookin'
For synthetic drugs
How I throw the forensics off
'Cause, I got 9-millimeter bullets in my 380
They fittin' all (fentanyl)
My niggas all know when I tell 'em
"We goin' to war" to (water) bring snorkels
Bulldog, and she bark, too
The kick on the 9 like a ratchet chick
On the line when the heat spark you
'Cause the bitch ring oncethen recoil
(recall you)
Not if I beat yo' ass
But how I beat yo' ass is
'bout to be open for discussion
I'm 'bout to leave yo' chest like
A museum: open to the public!
Nigga, I got the bars and
The sauce! This and that
That mean I can stick my whole hand in yo'
Bitch pussyand get her on cam' admittin' that
I don't doubt that y'all gangsta
One of your niggas might be able to rob
One of my partners and actually get away
Kid but after that
You know what they just won? Our
(Hour) visitation like state bids
Fuck what you did in the streets!
Savage 'cause I'mma reach, blast it!
His body reek, and all I reek (wreak) havoc!
Am I standin' too close? Is
That what the fuss 'bout?
Aight, I'll give him 6 feetwhen three
Niggas stomp him the fuck out!
Nigga, the Nina screamin'! She gon'
Bitch over this shit! Sadistic!
You was not trainin' for the Olympics
But, you gon' see the beam
And flip over this shit!
I'm ready now, the Desert out
Then I slide like a
Ring announcer 'cause this
The fight I been talkin' heavy 'bout
Aye, what about my Glock is so unique?
Well, besides the beam bein' blue
The Glock's a secret
And I gotta keep itbetween me and you
I'm murderin' the head of your household and
I'm on stage gettin' the W, too (W-2)
The crowd gon' say, "You wild for this"
And onlinethe IRS gon' look at me foul
(file) for this
You better speak highly on it
Or I'll have a white boy come and ghost you
Remind you of Tommy, don't it?
'Cause you the type of nigga to think
South Carolina is all
Cornfields and scarecrows, and try me on it
Not knowin' it just mean that every stick in
The field got a body on it!
Open the closed-casket - how you want it?
Bitch, please, believe it or not: Ripley's!
Reflex test at the pediatrician if
I hit a organ
'cause it woulda been the kid knees
(kidneys)
You bettеr get your dog 'fore he tick
Mе off and a pair of sights
(parasites) be on him then I'll flee
(flea) the scene without gettin' caught
'Cause, I'll have 'em lookin'
For synthetic drugs
How I throw the forensics off
'Cause, I got 9-millimeter bullets in my 380
They fittin' all (fentanyl)
My niggas all know when I tell 'em
"We goin' to war" to (water) bring snorkels
Bulldog, and she bark, too
The kick on the 9 like a ratchet chick
On the line when the heat spark you
'Cause the bitch ring oncethen recoil
(recall you)
Not if I beat yo' ass
But how I beat yo' ass is
'bout to be open for discussion
I'm 'bout to leave yo' chest like
A museum: open to the public!
Nigga, I got the bars and
The sauce! This and that
That mean I can stick my whole hand in yo'
Bitch pussyand get her on cam' admittin' that
I don't doubt that y'all gangsta
One of your niggas might be able to rob
One of my partners and actually get away
Kid but after that
You know what they just won? Our
(Hour) visitation like state bids
Fuck what you did in the streets!
Savage 'cause I'mma reach, blast it!
His body reek, and all I reek (wreak) havoc!
Am I standin' too close? Is
That what the fuss 'bout?
Aight, I'll give him 6 feetwhen three
Niggas stomp him the fuck out!
Nigga, the Nina screamin'! She gon'
Bitch over this shit! Sadistic!
You was not trainin' for the Olympics
But, you gon' see the beam
And flip over this shit!
I'm ready now, the Desert out
Then I slide like a
Ring announcer 'cause this
The fight I been talkin' heavy 'bout
Aye, what about my Glock is so unique?
Well, besides the beam bein' blue
The Glock's a secret
And I gotta keep itbetween me and you
I'm murderin' the head of your household and
I'm on stage gettin' the W, too (W-2)
The crowd gon' say, "You wild for this"
And onlinethe IRS gon' look at me foul
(file) for this