"GEEKED UP (FREESTYLE!)" lyrics
I'm smoking on that gas
Bitch you know I'm geeked up
Come and get yo bitch
Cause that hoe's tryna link up
I'm not fucking with the opps
Look like them niggas teamed up
Got a hundred in this chop
Might have to put the beam up
And I'm walkin round with mobs
Look like I'm tryna clean up
I been feining for the guap
You walking with a lean gut
You ain't even got no bands
Put them designer jeans up
How them niggas be so fast
But they be tryna make mud
I cut off a couple hoes tryna talk to me again
I don't even know that bitch
But she keep calling me her friend
I be talkin to the plug
He said he got a different strain
I don't even wanna talk
If it ain't about no dividends
Everytime I get some money
That shit make me hit my dance
I took a trip to Iran
Fucked your bitch then I ran
I put your bitch in a trance
Now she calling me again
Bitch I'm rich, suck my dick
I'm that shit, yes I am
I'm smoking on that gas
Bitch you know I'm geeked up
Come and get yo bitch
Cause that hoe's tryna link up
I'm not fucking with the opps
Look like them niggas teamed up
Got a hundred in this chop
Might have to put the beam up
And I'm walkin round with mobs
Look like I'm tryna clean up
I been feining for the guap
You walking with a lean gut
You ain't even got no bands
Put them designer jeans up
How them niggas be so fast
But they be tryna make mud
Bitch you know I'm geeked up
Come and get yo bitch
Cause that hoe's tryna link up
I'm not fucking with the opps
Look like them niggas teamed up
Got a hundred in this chop
Might have to put the beam up
And I'm walkin round with mobs
Look like I'm tryna clean up
I been feining for the guap
You walking with a lean gut
You ain't even got no bands
Put them designer jeans up
How them niggas be so fast
But they be tryna make mud
I cut off a couple hoes tryna talk to me again
I don't even know that bitch
But she keep calling me her friend
I be talkin to the plug
He said he got a different strain
I don't even wanna talk
If it ain't about no dividends
Everytime I get some money
That shit make me hit my dance
I took a trip to Iran
Fucked your bitch then I ran
I put your bitch in a trance
Now she calling me again
Bitch I'm rich, suck my dick
I'm that shit, yes I am
I'm smoking on that gas
Bitch you know I'm geeked up
Come and get yo bitch
Cause that hoe's tryna link up
I'm not fucking with the opps
Look like them niggas teamed up
Got a hundred in this chop
Might have to put the beam up
And I'm walkin round with mobs
Look like I'm tryna clean up
I been feining for the guap
You walking with a lean gut
You ain't even got no bands
Put them designer jeans up
How them niggas be so fast
But they be tryna make mud
