Geekin'

Niggas know me and they know I be geekin I keep a ski mask boy you know I Be creepin Addicted to money you know I Be feenin Sipping that actavis boy I be Leaning My wrist is so shiny you know I Be blinging Remember them days when a Youngin was dreaming I went to achieve it y’all didn’t believe it I chased a bag now y’all mad that I’m greedy I had to have it I know that I Need it Bad little bih and you know that She freakin I hit her one time then she Turned to a demon That pussy be creamy That pussy be leakin She loving my drip My chain it be gleaming My ears they be shining My wrist it be freezing I change my swagger like God Change the seasons My niggas they itchin just give Them a reason Strapped with .380s They will get to squeezing Acting real tough But He left the scene screamin Hand on his heart like he pledging allegiance But really he focused on tryna Stop bleeding What was he doing what was he Thinking Over a slut You committed that treason You was my brother I swear and I mean it All that fake love I don’t want you can keep it Anyways, Back to the money I’m Scheming Used to sleep on the couch Now my mattress is heated Look at my steez I swear I can’t teach it My sauce got a recipe Pay me to see it My bands keep increasing It come while I’m sleeping Thick little bih just Came over this weekend She call me Mike Jack Cause she like how I beat it I told her come see me She know where to meet me (Meet meeee) Geekin Geekin Geekin (yeah, yeah) Geekin (yeah, yeah) Geekin (yeah, yeah) Geekin (yeah, yeah) Geekin (yeah, yeah) Yeah Shot in the head now that boy Milly rock Yeah I was servin them pounds Them rerroccs Run up on me you know I keep Glocks I shoot them sticks Straight at ya top Lookin at Ques He ain’t finna stop In the red dodge boy I’m doin da dash You know I’m the plug I got all of the gas Cherry pie kush What you need I got bags Yeah I got bags Yeah I got sacs Your bitch wanna f*ck me Because of them racks I told her relax Baby just chill I’m focused on money Til I get a mil Or I get a deal That’s how I feel I popped a pill I pour the lean Inside the faygo That’s how my day go I got them killers You know they on payroll They do what i say so You better duck You better lay low Counting them pesos Niggas want beef I give him a halo Yeah, Hmm Geekin Geekin Geekin Geekin Geekin Geekin I been geekin (I been geekin) Listen Woke up this morning Prayed to the Lord Had to chase the bag Gotta get the dough Ran to the money Ran so fast Ran to the money I need all of the cash That’s facts Me and my bro was at the stu Oz on the engineer He know just what to do Cooking up these songs Like we cooking up some stew If you keep on hating End up on the news (Oh he dead now) And your mama crying Confused And i got this ice And i got the juice Pour that henny in my cup And mix it up Roll the dope Smoke it up I’m high as f*ck (Roll it up) Geekin Geekin Geekin I’m Geekin Geekin Geekin Geekin Geekin Geekin Yeah