Geek'd Up

Woah Geek'd up Yea I just left the earth Speed up Watch me hop out that vert Red light red light yea I'm sippin' on muddy that's dirt Hold on hold tight yea you know I'm bout to swerve Panoramic roof on a Porsche Cayenne That's your lil baby we choppin' it up on the gram wanna come to my ends They wanna sign wit Bit90 cause they know that we the ones started these trends Left my bitch for a bag looking back on that shit man I think I would do it again I been flipping the packs to these junkies yea I might just go turn a five to a ten Watch me turn a lil ten to a twenty Money long yea my pockets stay heavy Yea I'm booted up I just hit up my plug in advance told him I need a Perky Ski mask on me like twenty four seven I know these bitch niggas be lurking Designer that's BBBBB Chanel Ima skurt off in that Jee Jee Jee Jee Jeep don't tell Ima put that lil bitch in a friend zone I told her come over I just want some head yea she fucked up my mental I'm high of these pills watch me let go How you do that yea I got the cheat code In a another dimension like In another dimension wit God These niggas didn't believe in me now we up man I find that shit odd Call of Duty im keeping these sticks on me yea you know that I roll with a rod Yea she suck on my dick Aah aah aah Geek'd up Yea I just left the earth Speed up Watch me hop out that vert Red light red light yea I'm sippin' on muddy that's dirt Hold on hold tight yea you know I'm bout to swerve Sticks up I just pulled up pick your bitch up I'm with my brother you know I can't switch up Fuck all my opps yeah they cliqued up No she ain't Cuban but she wanna link up She wanted Tiffany but she ain't mine man that shits an epiphany I got the drip on my body I told her believe me like Ripley's Who told these niggas they real Who told these niggas they real My bitch from the hood But her hair from Brazil I've been sippin' on meds So they calling me ill How much money I spent on the gas Quarter mill I left the trap but I came right back That nigga ain't no king that nigga he a jack If these niggas send shots we send them right back I don't fuck with my cousin he smoking on crack Nigga I don't smoke dope I sell it No I don't fuck with these nigga like Ellen I was locked up in the cell with felons Yeah I jump off the top roof feel like RVD I just fuck on that bitch then I GTG I've been sipping codeine this ain't GTV I got paper like CNA He a pussy that shits in his DNA She in the streets all day Yeah that's why I can't tell her to be my bae Yeah I'm flexing like TNA Only time he got guns is on GTA Yeah these niggas been capping So long I pull up to the show Get the bag then I'm gone Woah Geek'd up Yea I just left the earth Speed up Watch me hop out that vert Red light red light yea I'm sippin' on muddy that's dirt Hold on hold tight yea you know I'm bout to swerve