"Way 2 Geeked" lyrics
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 talking '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 nothing for cheap
Ain't no two for ones, you paying one a piece
This a money hat, it's 'bout only one of these
G19 my fire, and 2-3 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
Yeah, 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 layup
Lil' bro died and 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 weren't with me on the way up
I don't take no Addy's, bitch I'm off these Percs, it's hard to stay up
Roll this 3.5 fat as hell, call that bitch a Dave Blunt
I'm fuckin' shawty face, but I ain't tryna fuck her lace up
I done hit the,... with the,... call that bih a lace front
I don't know what time I'm on, I don't even gotta say nothing
Back strong as hell, unc' talkin' bout his 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, diss 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, go 'head, take it off
Yeah, that shit look good, lil' mama, go 'head, take it off
I'm serving the white girl, I ain't talkin' 'bout Shake It Off
I'm tryna fuck on Taylor Swift
Bad chocolate hoe, I think she want vanilla, bih
Something like a pack of cigarettes, we packin' hella sticks
If you don't want no smoke, better stop inhaling 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 talking '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 nothing for cheap
Ain't no two for ones, you paying one a piece
This a money hat, it's 'bout only one of these
G19 my fire, and 2-3 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
I'm all in the sky, been here for a week
Get them birds gone, I ain't talking '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 nothing for cheap
Ain't no two for ones, you paying one a piece
This a money hat, it's 'bout only one of these
G19 my fire, and 2-3 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
Yeah, 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 layup
Lil' bro died and 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 weren't with me on the way up
I don't take no Addy's, bitch I'm off these Percs, it's hard to stay up
Roll this 3.5 fat as hell, call that bitch a Dave Blunt
I'm fuckin' shawty face, but I ain't tryna fuck her lace up
I done hit the,... with the,... call that bih a lace front
I don't know what time I'm on, I don't even gotta say nothing
Back strong as hell, unc' talkin' bout his 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, diss 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, go 'head, take it off
Yeah, that shit look good, lil' mama, go 'head, take it off
I'm serving the white girl, I ain't talkin' 'bout Shake It Off
I'm tryna fuck on Taylor Swift
Bad chocolate hoe, I think she want vanilla, bih
Something like a pack of cigarettes, we packin' hella sticks
If you don't want no smoke, better stop inhaling 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 talking '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 nothing for cheap
Ain't no two for ones, you paying one a piece
This a money hat, it's 'bout only one of these
G19 my fire, and 2-3 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
Writer(s): Elias Cash Reitzfeld, Miles Spiel
