Ridiculous
Take it how you feel it, yeah, I'm back in the zone
Hittin' it with the feet up, then she givin' me dome
Countin' all these Benjis, then I'm hittin' the road
I be killin' it and spillin' it, I'm moppin' the floor
Got the rhythm, adrenaline, I'ma hit em' with venom
Got em' chokin' like M&M or a mouth full of cinnamon
Me and yo bitch gettin' intimate and the flow, I'm deliverin
Got my wrist and neck shiverin' cause the VVS blisterin
I be driftin' and slidin', but my wheels still got traction
You are not a fraction of the money I'm stackin
Wildin' out with cannons, now you think I'm just actin
If you gonna pull up, better know I'ma blast it
Sorta like a bop it, the way I flip it and spin it and scratch it
Never reversin' the purpose, always workin', feel it, cowabunga
The satisfaction of rappin', spittin' facts and not cappin
Like I rapped in a plastic demon, swervin' through traffic
Now checkin' the gas tank,
Dreams I'ma chase it
I'ma catch it and frame it, just to tell you my name is
What? My name is who? My name is GEO
I kick it like fiasco, dumpin' tobacco
To roll my Zaza purple and yellow like Tinky-Winky
And Lala got the coke on your pinky
I'm hittin' bottles, pushin' throttles, fuckin' these models
I spit it and beat it like pussy, I'm eatin
Couple mushrooms, I'm peakin', I'm reekin
Of marijuana, I find my way like Moana
I do what I wanna, so they call me a stunner
Drop the roof with a button, murder these bitches, Ted Bundy
Yeah, the flow is disgustin', interruptin' discussions
Like volcanic eruptions
I do these beats like they paper, rippin
Ridin' on them, erasin' the gunshots
Like a barker, straight for the head, never chasin
They call me Tyler the Truth
That ain't my name, but whatever
You sing along with my soul, I guess that we're lyin' together
Back with birds of a feather, flockin
We poppin', no droppin', stop it, quit mockin' me
Can't you see I'm sick of the tobotchery
You too flippy and floppery, lil' slipper and sloppery
When it come to the country rap, ain't nobody out top of me
I'm the king of it, got a ring to a donut
I'm squashin' any opponent you bring
And creamin' like R&B singers do to the ladies
Might make me a couple babies
And anybody can get it, go ahead
And they got no type, like I'm Swae Lee, I'm goin' crazy
Hatin' ain't never fazin
But see, now it kinda gets me upset
In therapy, I can get angry when we discuss it
And I don't like cussin
But I drop a few F-bombs like a Russian
Turkey givin' the stuffin', HR the way I'm puffin
You need a litty verse in your song, homie, it's nothin