"Geeked Up" lyrics
TM88, FABO & Moneymyface Lyrics
Stop, Two Dollar
You know we gotta do somethin' for my geekers, man
Stop, Fabo
I'm talkin' about my Central Station alumni (Real Atlanta shit right here, man)
Niggas who used to hit the Yard (Crash Dummy goin' retarded, spendin' cash money)
Two Dollar
We too geeked up, we too geeked up
We too geeked up, we too geeked up
That tequila, she on freak stuff
That tequila, she on freak stuff
Pop one, pop two, pop three (H-Hood—)
Bet you can't geek like me
Pop one, pop two, pop three (H-Hood—)
Bet you can't geek like me
Pop one, pop two, pop three (H-Hood—)
Bet you can't geek like me
Pop one, pop two, pop three
Bet you can't geek like me
I am an alien, she like the drugs
Percocets make her fall in love
She wanna give it to me all in the club (Two Dollar)
Bust it open, I swear I won't judge
Get in it, bitch, eat it all up (Get in it)
Get in it, bitch, eat it all up (Get in it)
Three legs, I beat it all up
Three legs, I beat it all up
Bitch, I pop, bitch, I roll (Roll)
As I watch you climb the pole (The pole)
She come down and touch her toes (Touch your toes)
She bend over and show them holes (Show me somethin')
We too geeked up, we too geeked up
We too geeked up, we too geeked up
That tequila, she on freak stuff
That tequila, she on freak stuff
Pop one, pop two, pop three
Bet you can't geek like me
Pop one, pop two, pop three
Bet you can't geek like me
Pop one, pop two, pop three
Bet you can't geek like me
Pop one, pop two, pop three
Bet you can't geek like me
Girl, look, this nigga geeked up
All in the section beggin' hoes to fuck
Won't even let a nigga get a touch
Why the fuck he think he gettin' his dick sucked?
Geeked up, look how his mouth movin'
Eyes buckshot, lookin' fuckin' foolish
Went left pocket, came up a dub
He ain't even know it, bars got him stuck
This nigga too geeked, he can't even control it
You havin' real Quagen, pull out and let's pour it
G63 got me higher than that weed
These niggas too geeked, shit, they can't even speak
She just took her a bean, now she clappin' her cheeks
If you bust down a half, then you twinnin' with me
In the club with them racks, bitch, I can't even hold it
Geeked as the fuck, only thought is to throw it
We too geeked up, we too geeked up
We too geeked up, we too geeked up
That tequila, she on freak stuff
That tequila, she on freak stuff
Pop one, pop two, pop three
Bet you can't geek like me
Pop one, pop two, pop three
Bet you can't geek like me
Pop one, pop two, pop three
Bet you can't geek like me
Pop one, pop two, pop three
Bet you can't geek like me
Ayy, man
One shot'll get her hot
Two pops and a blue gon' get her loose
If you know, you know
Hoodrich, buddy
You know we gotta do somethin' for my geekers, man
Stop, Fabo
I'm talkin' about my Central Station alumni (Real Atlanta shit right here, man)
Niggas who used to hit the Yard (Crash Dummy goin' retarded, spendin' cash money)
Two Dollar
We too geeked up, we too geeked up
We too geeked up, we too geeked up
That tequila, she on freak stuff
That tequila, she on freak stuff
Pop one, pop two, pop three (H-Hood—)
Bet you can't geek like me
Pop one, pop two, pop three (H-Hood—)
Bet you can't geek like me
Pop one, pop two, pop three (H-Hood—)
Bet you can't geek like me
Pop one, pop two, pop three
Bet you can't geek like me
I am an alien, she like the drugs
Percocets make her fall in love
She wanna give it to me all in the club (Two Dollar)
Bust it open, I swear I won't judge
Get in it, bitch, eat it all up (Get in it)
Get in it, bitch, eat it all up (Get in it)
Three legs, I beat it all up
Three legs, I beat it all up
Bitch, I pop, bitch, I roll (Roll)
As I watch you climb the pole (The pole)
She come down and touch her toes (Touch your toes)
She bend over and show them holes (Show me somethin')
We too geeked up, we too geeked up
We too geeked up, we too geeked up
That tequila, she on freak stuff
That tequila, she on freak stuff
Pop one, pop two, pop three
Bet you can't geek like me
Pop one, pop two, pop three
Bet you can't geek like me
Pop one, pop two, pop three
Bet you can't geek like me
Pop one, pop two, pop three
Bet you can't geek like me
Girl, look, this nigga geeked up
All in the section beggin' hoes to fuck
Won't even let a nigga get a touch
Why the fuck he think he gettin' his dick sucked?
Geeked up, look how his mouth movin'
Eyes buckshot, lookin' fuckin' foolish
Went left pocket, came up a dub
He ain't even know it, bars got him stuck
This nigga too geeked, he can't even control it
You havin' real Quagen, pull out and let's pour it
G63 got me higher than that weed
These niggas too geeked, shit, they can't even speak
She just took her a bean, now she clappin' her cheeks
If you bust down a half, then you twinnin' with me
In the club with them racks, bitch, I can't even hold it
Geeked as the fuck, only thought is to throw it
We too geeked up, we too geeked up
We too geeked up, we too geeked up
That tequila, she on freak stuff
That tequila, she on freak stuff
Pop one, pop two, pop three
Bet you can't geek like me
Pop one, pop two, pop three
Bet you can't geek like me
Pop one, pop two, pop three
Bet you can't geek like me
Pop one, pop two, pop three
Bet you can't geek like me
Ayy, man
One shot'll get her hot
Two pops and a blue gon' get her loose
If you know, you know
Hoodrich, buddy
