"Big Geek Week" lyrics
Got some Raf and Rick on me you know that they ain't did that (Raf)
All these kids they cap in they song, they ain't lived that
Pussy kissing bitches all they got to do is kiss ass (They do)
Treat how you like it, I run the bag and I run it back again (Oh, yeah, yeah)
Peanutbutter inside coupe it look like Reese's (Skrr)
I'm a break down the molly into pieces
Put it inside of my Gatorade and get to geeking (Huh)
Now I know I no more fucking problem for the weekend
Tweakin' off this molly for no reasons, I'm a call somebody
The way I kill this beat I kill this song I feel like columbine
I only see blue, I guess you could say I'm colorblind
I been working harder every day I think I know it's mine
I'm in OT I'm in overtime
Do you need to take a little T
Do you need some time
Way I rhyme, where ya at
Out of town, smoking gas
By the pound, got big bags, large amounts
Now where he at, yeah, find him out
I only smoke exotic, bitch I am so hot
It feel like I'm in the carpets, turn this bitch up, yea
Turn it to a moshpit, how we been flexin', yeah, pull it like It's CrossFit
Had to put an X on my back, I wanted rack-rack-racks
I got cash on my cash 'cause I stare-stare-stare
I count in blues it give me a rash, yea its a wrap-wrap-wrap
What would you do if you hidden dudes
You count it in blue, now it's Blue's Clues
I keep this guap on me, she taken my dead lottery
I get this guap on me, all these bitches want flock at me
All of these kids they touching my swag, this shouldn't feel like a robbery
I did it one time, I do it again, this is a verse cut back for me, yea
Got some Raf and Rick on me you know that they ain't did that (Raf)
All these kids they cap in they song, they ain't lived that
Pussy kissing bitches all they got to do is kiss ass (They do)
Treat how you like it, I run the bag and I run it back again (Oh, yeah, yeah)
Peanutbutter inside coupe it look like Reese's (Skrr)
I'm a break down the molly into pieces
Put it inside of my Gatorade and get to geeking (Huh)
Now I know I no more fucking problem for the weekend
Yo yea yea
Yo yea yea
All these kids they cap in they song, they ain't lived that
Pussy kissing bitches all they got to do is kiss ass (They do)
Treat how you like it, I run the bag and I run it back again (Oh, yeah, yeah)
Peanutbutter inside coupe it look like Reese's (Skrr)
I'm a break down the molly into pieces
Put it inside of my Gatorade and get to geeking (Huh)
Now I know I no more fucking problem for the weekend
Tweakin' off this molly for no reasons, I'm a call somebody
The way I kill this beat I kill this song I feel like columbine
I only see blue, I guess you could say I'm colorblind
I been working harder every day I think I know it's mine
I'm in OT I'm in overtime
Do you need to take a little T
Do you need some time
Way I rhyme, where ya at
Out of town, smoking gas
By the pound, got big bags, large amounts
Now where he at, yeah, find him out
I only smoke exotic, bitch I am so hot
It feel like I'm in the carpets, turn this bitch up, yea
Turn it to a moshpit, how we been flexin', yeah, pull it like It's CrossFit
Had to put an X on my back, I wanted rack-rack-racks
I got cash on my cash 'cause I stare-stare-stare
I count in blues it give me a rash, yea its a wrap-wrap-wrap
What would you do if you hidden dudes
You count it in blue, now it's Blue's Clues
I keep this guap on me, she taken my dead lottery
I get this guap on me, all these bitches want flock at me
All of these kids they touching my swag, this shouldn't feel like a robbery
I did it one time, I do it again, this is a verse cut back for me, yea
Got some Raf and Rick on me you know that they ain't did that (Raf)
All these kids they cap in they song, they ain't lived that
Pussy kissing bitches all they got to do is kiss ass (They do)
Treat how you like it, I run the bag and I run it back again (Oh, yeah, yeah)
Peanutbutter inside coupe it look like Reese's (Skrr)
I'm a break down the molly into pieces
Put it inside of my Gatorade and get to geeking (Huh)
Now I know I no more fucking problem for the weekend
Yo yea yea
Yo yea yea
Writer(s): Noah Smith
