Periodic Gang, Lil Nood, Yung Catfish - Gecko Demeanor Lyrics

You boys stay lion like snoop
My flow is so tight need some lube
Throwing you boys for a loop
Slamming the beat in the hoop
Driving away in the coupe
Stealing my shit, what’s the scoop
I am above y’all like I gotta stoop and you raising your voice so I call up my troop
Catch my face on mt Rushmore
Catching my fav, I do much more
So sick that I’m catching on yellow fever
Sticking together like gecko demeanor
She need a good deal on insurance with me
She need to have lengthy endurance with me
Any of your girls, preverance is me
B to the C and the P to the G
Y'all PB and J, whip y’all like soufflé
It's BC with PG that shit is too easy
Covergirl breezy, dont love me please Kiki
Not freaky but greedy, that girl make me sleepy
I want her creepy, I don’t want her weepy
My wishes come true like I prayed to a genie
Catch her in bikini, make insides linguini
My lil ain’t teeny, sorry, talking deeply
Running this shit like a 5 mile ya
Burning this shit like a live fire ya
Rolling this shit like a drive by ya
No reliable phonies like WiFi ya
Running this shit like a 5 mile ya
Burning this shit like a live fire ya
Cute ass hoe, can’t wife her ya
Leaving this shit like a bye bye ya
Running this shit like a 5 mile ya
Burning this shit like a live fire ya
Rolling this shit like a drive by ya
No reliable phonies like WiFi ya
Running this shit like a 5 mile ya
Burning this shit like a live fire ya
Cute ass hoe, can’t wife her ya
Leaving this shit like a bye bye ya
Broke her back, wifey under attack
Gang, on the track, please just step back
You boys on the lack, slide in DMs, slack
Don’t want passion, shit be wack
Better call me prince Ben, gang of Kings, we do those things
Pull your boys psych like puppets on the string
Yeah, I do those things
Can’t wife no hoe so got no rings
Bounce on the beat so my shoes are springs
Who owns this flow, belongs to the king
Take back no Ex, I ain’t goofy nah
Getting my next, need no roofy ay
Playboi like Cartier, sipping don perry aye
I do not care what you do, I do not care what you say
Ay, Ice on my neck and tats on my face
Yuh, SoundCloud rapper but that’s not the case
Your boys on the case, they trying to chase but there’s not enough space in the race
I get myself off of this site
No competition in sight
Run out the way in the night
Run out your babe, I just might
Above all the others so I think myself wright

You boys stay lion like snoop
My flow is so tight need some lube
Throwing you boys for a loop
Slamming the beat in the hoop
Driving away in the coupe
Stealing my shit, what’s the scoop
I am above y’all like I gotta stoop and you raising your voice so I call up my troop
Catch my face on mt Rushmore
Catching my fav, I do much more
So sick that I’m catching on yellow fever
Sticking together like gecko demeanor
She need a good deal on insurance with me
She need to have lengthy endurance with me
Any of your girls, preverance is me
B to the C and the P to the G
Y'all PB and J, whip y’all like soufflé
It's BC with PG that shit is too easy
Covergirl breezy, dont love me please Kiki
Not freaky but greedy, that girl make me sleepy
I want her creepy, I don’t want her weepy
My wishes come true like I prayed to a genie
Catch her in bikini, make insides linguini
My lil ain’t teeny, sorry, talking deeply
Running this shit like a 5 mile ya
Burning this shit like a live fire ya
Rolling this shit like a drive by ya
No reliable phonies like WiFi ya
Running this shit like a 5 mile ya
Burning this shit like a live fire ya
Cute ass hoe, can’t wife her ya
Leaving this shit like a bye bye ya
Running this shit like a 5 mile ya
Burning this shit like a live fire ya
Rolling this shit like a drive by ya
No reliable phonies like WiFi ya
Running this shit like a 5 mile ya
Burning this shit like a live fire ya
Cute ass hoe, can’t wife her ya
Leaving this shit like a bye bye ya
Broke her back, wifey under attack
Gang, on the track, please just step back
You boys on the lack, slide in DMs, slack
Don’t want passion, shit be wack
Better call me prince Ben, gang of Kings, we do those things
Pull your boys psych like puppets on the string
Yeah, I do those things
Can’t wife no hoe so got no rings
Bounce on the beat so my shoes are springs
Who owns this flow, belongs to the king
Take back no Ex, I ain’t goofy nah
Getting my next, need no roofy ay
Playboi like Cartier, sipping don perry aye
I do not care what you do, I do not care what you say
Ay, Ice on my neck and tats on my face
Yuh, SoundCloud rapper but that’s not the case
Your boys on the case, they trying to chase but there’s not enough space in the race
I get myself off of this site
No competition in sight
Run out the way in the night
Run out your babe, I just might
Above all the others so I think myself wright