Geek'd
Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff
Tell me
*****, I'm geeked
Rollin'
*****, I'm geeked
On my feet (On my feet)
*****, I'm geeked
*****, I'm geeked (Geeked, geeked)
*****, I'm geeked
Walk in, I'm geeked, the Gucci my sneaks
That ***** she a fan, on her knees, she gon' eat
Beat up your ho like I beat up the beat
Claim you a shooter, I'm waiting to see
Think I'ma cop me a crib overseas
You thought I was *****, unleashing the beast
Don't type how I feel, just try me and see, ayy
Tape on the mind, we tittin' for tat
Them bricks in the trunk, take the work to her bag
B*****s be lurking, I s**t on they ass
I hopped out my Birkin, then hopped in the Jag
Stacking and spending, the money gon' last
Hating I'm winning, I take it and laugh
Young with a whole lot of cash
Birds sail, shipping through mail
These ****** be soft and they talking to 12
Who would've thought? Free my ****** in jail
Pop out Givenchy, big racks on the shelf
Talking no money? I'm sorry, I'm deaf
The chopper go crazy, it's stiff like an L
Finessing and flexing, I want all the wealth
Go hard and I'm wishing 'em well
Ooh, I got the juice
Pop me a Xanny then call the masseuse
Diamonds they dripping, I'm catching the flu
My b*****s do b*****s, then bring me the loot
Lil Pissy
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I'm rockin' double G, skip to my lou (Gucci)
I'm on that dirty, I feel like a boot
I came from the bottom,
I ball, Caillou (Ball, swish)
Keep it one hundred,
I'm tellin' the truth (One hundred)
We bust 'em down
And we mailin' 'em too (Bust 'em down)
We trap out that *****
'Til the lease get renewed (Trappin')
These ******, they *****,
Want peace but we shoot (They *****)
I done lost count, lil' shawty,
For all these bands I blew (Cash, racks)
She cuppin' that ass, do a dance or two
So many bands, I left her on mute
So many hundreds, this s**t get confusing
Never goin' broke, you must be delusional (Stupid)
Ball on they ass, fur coat
Think this s**t sweet, smoke me a ***** like a 'Port
Pablo was ******' your ho
I fell asleep, move your head, pour like a four
******' hand out, talkin' 'bout what they need
Get your broke ass off the floor, uh
Trap beatin', this ***** jumpin',
We 'bout to fall through the floor
Rico just called, say he pullin' up now,
Somebody go to the door
***** bad, ass fat like J-Lo
Can't go broke, I done been there before
Youngin not with the subliminals (Nah)
***** get out of line, I'm killin' him