"Geeked Up" lyrics
(feat. AzChike)
[MoneySign Suede:]
(I'ma tap in 88, he got them chops on him)
How I woke up in the studio, nigga, it's 6 a.m., nigga
I'm just grinding, nigga
When I was nine, never thought I'd have a 9
I wanna take his life 'cause that nigga wanna take mine
He be talkin' 'bout the life, but he told me that he be lyin'
Heard he wanna be like me, but really, I don't even mind
Heard she asking 'bout a nigga, bitch, I'm doing fine
I love money, I'ma get it 'til I fuckin' die
Told you it wasn't for my people, I'ma always grind
A nigga doing better, so now she hit my line
I don't want no fake love, bitch, stay away
I'm vibing to the beat, shout out 88
I'm 'bout to turn myself in, but a nigga straight
I did it to myself 'cause I went this way
I got an open case, still with a K
I'm still with the straps, still with the fades
I got a bid, fightin' bids, they say I gotta change
I'm still hardheaded, nigga, fuck the fame
Fake love that you be showin', that shit made me laughter
When I was locked up, you ain't even answer
Used to care about you first, care about me after
I'm the lil' nigga with a big blammer
I'm that lil' nigga causin' trouble
Yeah, I had to hustle
Nigga, what you know about the struggle?
Before I took a dub, I would fumble
It's 2020, everybody wanna be a boss
But ain't nobody wanna take a loss
I ain't even twenty-one, how I'm in the club?
That bitch thirty-three, heard she wanna fuck
Told her my money thirty-three, but I'm only twenty
She said it's cool 'cause I'm fly, so she gon' let me
She gon' let me fuck for the night
I'm to the point where I don't even gotta try
Geeked up, I just took a red light
In the stu' with Chike with like five pipes
[AZ Chike:]
Oh, my bad, I just fucked on your wife (Fucked on your wife)
Okay, livin' like it's Sprite, lime life (Livin' like it's Sprite)
One too many, I can't let you try twice
Born a man, but still a bitch, boy, you gon' die dyke (You gon' die dyke)
I'm in the stu' with like ten poles (Ten poles)
Uh, fuckin' other niggas' hoes
Try your luck (Try your luck)
Bitch, I'm the realest, would expose
I'll pull up all white like it's somethin' up your nose, uh (Somethin' up your nose)
AK-47 on a preteen twelve-gauge
Everything smooth, I call Suede
I'ma double back and fuck a bitch in my Balmains
I'm a dog, in the trap 'til my balls stank
How you wanna kick it? You get stomped 'til your jaw break
I charge up, wait, now I'm back to my dog ways
Burbank, can give a fuck what the law think
I'm with my main thing, bitch, you don't call late
(I'ma tap in 88, he got them chops on him)
How I woke up in the studio, nigga, it's 6 a.m., nigga
I'm just grinding, nigga
When I was nine, never thought I'd have a 9
I wanna take his life 'cause that nigga wanna take mine
He be talkin' 'bout the life, but he told me that he be lyin'
Heard he wanna be like me, but really, I don't even mind
Heard she asking 'bout a nigga, bitch, I'm doing fine
I love money, I'ma get it 'til I fuckin' die
Told you it wasn't for my people, I'ma always grind
A nigga doing better, so now she hit my line
I don't want no fake love, bitch, stay away
I'm vibing to the beat, shout out 88
I'm 'bout to turn myself in, but a nigga straight
I did it to myself 'cause I went this way
I got an open case, still with a K
I'm still with the straps, still with the fades
I got a bid, fightin' bids, they say I gotta change
I'm still hardheaded, nigga, fuck the fame
Fake love that you be showin', that shit made me laughter
When I was locked up, you ain't even answer
Used to care about you first, care about me after
I'm the lil' nigga with a big blammer
I'm that lil' nigga causin' trouble
Yeah, I had to hustle
Nigga, what you know about the struggle?
Before I took a dub, I would fumble
It's 2020, everybody wanna be a boss
But ain't nobody wanna take a loss
I ain't even twenty-one, how I'm in the club?
That bitch thirty-three, heard she wanna fuck
Told her my money thirty-three, but I'm only twenty
She said it's cool 'cause I'm fly, so she gon' let me
She gon' let me fuck for the night
I'm to the point where I don't even gotta try
Geeked up, I just took a red light
In the stu' with Chike with like five pipes
[AZ Chike:]
Oh, my bad, I just fucked on your wife (Fucked on your wife)
Okay, livin' like it's Sprite, lime life (Livin' like it's Sprite)
One too many, I can't let you try twice
Born a man, but still a bitch, boy, you gon' die dyke (You gon' die dyke)
I'm in the stu' with like ten poles (Ten poles)
Uh, fuckin' other niggas' hoes
Try your luck (Try your luck)
Bitch, I'm the realest, would expose
I'll pull up all white like it's somethin' up your nose, uh (Somethin' up your nose)
AK-47 on a preteen twelve-gauge
Everything smooth, I call Suede
I'ma double back and fuck a bitch in my Balmains
I'm a dog, in the trap 'til my balls stank
How you wanna kick it? You get stomped 'til your jaw break
I charge up, wait, now I'm back to my dog ways
Burbank, can give a fuck what the law think
I'm with my main thing, bitch, you don't call late
