Way 2 Geeked

(Bow, bow, bow, bow)

Ah-ah-ah-uh, bitch I'm way too, uh-ah, yeah (bitch I'm way too)

Uh-uh-huh-uh-huh-huh, yeah, uh-uh

Bitch I'm way too fried (huh?), I got way too geeked (yeah)

I'm all in the sky (huh?), Been here for a week

Get them birds gone (yeah), I ain't talking 'bout beats (come on)

I been smoking stank (yeah), shorty say I reek (uh)

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

Denim Marni hat, it's 'bout only one of these

G19 my fire, and two to three right with me (bow)

Bitch I'm way too fried (I'm way too geek), I've been way too geek (I'm way too geek)

I hit Wafi every time a cracker touch down in the A (ha, ha)

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? (Bow, bow)

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 three point five 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 (bitch I need that)

Used to pop off on them handlebars like they candy bars

Fine shit with me, she look something like Remi Ma (yeah)

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

Try to tell her swift off (huh, huh)

I'm tryna fuck on Taylor Swift (huh)

Bad chocolate hoe, I think she want vanilla, bih (come on)

Something like a pack of cigarettes, we packin' hella sticks

If you don't want no smoke, better stop inhaling it (bow, bow, bow, bow)

Bitch I'm way too fried (huh?), I got way too geeked (yeah)

I'm all in the sky (huh?), Been here for a week

Get them birds gone (yeah), I ain't talking 'bout beats (come on)

I been smoking stank (yeah), shorty say I reek (uh)

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

Denim Marni hat, it's 'bout only one of these

G19 my fire, and two to three right with me (bow)

Bitch I'm way too fried (I'm way too geek), I've been way too geek (I'm way too geek)

I hit Wafi every time a cracker touch down in the A (ha, ha)

Bitch, I'm geeked but your ass might get fried up like fish filet (bow)