Way 2 Geeked

Bitch, I'm way too fried, I got way too geeked

I'm all in the sky, been here for a week

Get them birds gone, I ain't talkin' 'bout beats

I been smoking stank, shorty say I reek

Bitch, I'm way too fried, I got way too geeked

He say that I'm taxing, bitch, I ain't got nothin' for cheap

Ain't no two for ones, you paying one a piece

That a money hat, it's 'bout only one of these

G19 my fire, and two, three right with me

Bitch, I'm way too fried, I've been way too geek

I hit Wafi every time a cracker touch down in the A

Bitch, I'm geeked, but your ass might get fried up like fish filet

Y'all, I'm tryna spend some money, I got too much in my bank

TSA lookin' at me funny, knew the dufflebag stank

That boy shootin' at the street, what you beefin' with the pavement?

I ain't never seen you with no paper, what you beefin' with the banker?

I take percs to calm my anger, get 'em gone, ain't lift a finger

Bitch wanna fuck me at my show, but Ma Dukes said, "Say no to strangers"

Playing with paint just like a lay-up

Lil' bro died, that fucked my day up

Ma Dukes had took the pole, what the fuck she say, stay safe for?

I ain't fuckin' with you if you wasn't with me on the way up

I don't take no Addys, bitch, I'm off these percs, yeah, I'll just stay up

Roll this three five, fat as hell, call that bitch a day blunt

I'm fuckin' shawty face, but I ain't tryna fuck her lace up

I done hit the– with the– call that bitch a lace front

I don't know what time I'm on, I don't even gotta say nothing

Back strong as hell, aw, talkin' bout this face numb

Walkin' with my chest high, you got pressure, better say something

I've been with them zombies like I'm toting on a ray gun

Flash on the K, dis bitch blind, it sound like Ray Charles

Call Tate, I need more K's, troll taking off

Used to pop off on them handlebars like they candy bars

Fine shit with me, she look something like Remi Ma

Yeah, you put that shit on, baby, we gon' head, take it off

Yeah, that shit look good, lil' mama, go ahead, take it off

I'm selling the white girl, I ain't talkin' 'bout shake it off

I'm tryna fuck on Taylor Swift

Bad Chocolate ho, I think she want vanilla, bitch

Something like a pack of cigarettes, we packin' hella sticks

If you don't want no smoke, better stop inhalin' it

Bitch, I'm way too fried, I got way too geeked

I'm all in the sky, been here for a week

Get them birds gone, I ain't talkin' 'bout beats

I been smoking stank, shorty say I reek

Bitch, I'm way too fried, I got way too geeked

He say that I'm taxing, bitch, I ain't got nothin' for cheap

Ain't no two for ones, you paying one a piece

That a money hat, it's 'bout only one of these

G19 my fire, and two, three right with me

Bitch, I'm way too fried, I've been way too geek

I hit Wafi every time a cracker touch down in the A

Bitch, I'm geeked, but your ass might get fried up like fish filet