I'm Geekin' (feat. colum)

Sorry, dying's gonna suck
You wanna hear the new song we just did
Nah, I'm good

I'm too high like bitch what is this
Bro tryna dip, send shots in the whip
Me and NG in the spot and it's lit
Ya bitch hear this, she shaking her hips

Put that pack, Put that pack onna mothafuckin' chip
Bitch tryna link me and she tryna mix
Bitch kick me my cup and she can't get a sip
We makin' hot shit straight off the rip

I'ma keep going like damn
Like damn all on the Gram
Throwing that shit in my face like damn
Bitch you don't understand
Get quick to move on the gram

Get, Humpty, I move from the fam
I'm in Philly, I'm up my jam, damn
Walked down the block
Walk with my 6 with the

Walked down the block
Shit that I'm rockin', it's never in stock
Bitch in the club, like, get off the cock
Go up, I got one, bro, pass me the rock

We be doin' it, damn she a, damn she a flop
One shot, two shot, bro, quick to pop
I seen that red light, but no, I ain't stoppin'
I seen that boy, you can know he just fly

I'm on the plane, and I'm goin' manic
I'm goin' insane, that bitch finna panic
What
Walk in the spot

You know she a fan, bitch
What
I'm back in my hood
Up it or not?

I'm back in my hood, and I walk down the block
I go to the deli
Chopped Cheese Ock, Chopped Cheese Ock

I'm up in the block with the bros
And I'm up in the block with the bros
Recording and filmin' I move with the
My crodie, he move with the pole

Ain't nothing like crodie
The bitch throw it for me
I don't give a fuck, i'm just runnin' up money

I sold this dumbass a cart full of honey
And we let off shots but it ain't no runnin'
I see the cops, little bitch, and I run it
Can't catch this charge, but shit not funny

Bros onna parkway serving the junkies
Don't want your bitch
The bitch throw it for me
Me and bro in the spot
We smoking the skunk
I ain't no bitch like, no, you can't punk me
Thot in the spot and you know she gon' fuck me
Thot thot thot in the spot and know she gon' fuck me

Five times three like, bitch, what's that
Fifteen of you bitches got put in my pack
Chasing this dick like, go chase your dad
K2 the ock, like, give me some cash
Fuck with your bitch, and I'm hitting the dash

Come to your market
I'm finna go thrash
K2 the ock, like
She run in the deli, like
She run in the deli, like, bitch, you so fat
She run in the deli, like, bitch, you is fat

I'm too high like bitch what is this
Bro tryna dip, send shots in the whip
Me and NG in the spot and it's lit
Ya bitch hear this, she shaking her hips

Put that pack, Put that pack onna mothafuckin' chip
Bitch tryna link me and she tryna mix
Bitch kick me my cup and she can't get a sip
We makin' hot shit straight off the rip

Bitch, I'm Geeked
Like, what's this
Bitch, I'm Geeked