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)