Geek'd (feat. Yung Mal)

Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff

Tell me

Bitch, I'm geeked

Rollin'

Bitch, I'm geeked

On my feet (on my feet)

Bitch, I'm geeked

Bitch, I'm geeked (geeked, geeked)

Bitch, I'm geeked

Walk in, I'm geeked, the Gucci my sneaks

That bitch 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 pussy, 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

Bitches be lurking, I shit 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 niggas be soft and they talking to 12

Who would've thought? Free my niggas 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 bitches do bitches, then bring me the loot

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 bitch 'til the lease get renewed (trappin')

These niggas, they pussy, want peace but we shoot (they pussy)

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 shit get confusing

Never goin' broke, you must be delusional (stupid)

Ball on they ass, fur coat

Think this shit sweet, smoke me a nigga like a 'Port

Pablo was fuckin' your ho

I fell asleep, move your head, pour like a four

Niggas' hand out, talkin' 'bout what they need

Get your broke ass off the floor, uh

Trap beatin', this bitch jumpin', we 'bout to fall through the floor

Rico just called, say he pullin' up now, somebody go to the door

Bitch bad, ass fat like J-Lo

Can't go broke, I done been there before

Youngin not with the subliminals

Nigga get out of line, I'm killin' him