Geeked Up Lyrics

I'm so geeked up

Riding in a foreign coupe, two seater

Yeah, you watching all my shit, there's the bleachers

Yeah, my Glock hot and ready, little Caesar

Be like what, oh my god, I'm so geeked up

Be like what, oh my god, I'm so geeked up

Be like what, oh my god, I'm so geeked up

Be like what, oh my god, I'm so geeked up

Why you cappin' like that cap of the bottle

Paint it on her face, better call me Picasso

Watch my wrist glow like I'm winning the lotto

Faded in the lights of the city Chicago

Hit my phone, internet smoke, is that what you want

Texting back and forth who hard, drop the addy bruh

Slide on the block and shoot at my coupe automatic gun

Drop the shells we aim for you

Yeah, that's more than one

Six feet down where the funeral

Beef with me you gon' die one pm tomorrow

Down my bottle, I be drinking, yeah it's filled with sorrow

Bitch I'm riding solo like sleepy hollow

Why you bragging, fucking people faking all that pain

Come outside, we gon' take you over, swipe your middle name

Yeah, you whip a five-0, but you cannot run the game

If you cross my line again, you better stay up in your lane

Please just stay up, I won't wait up

Shoot these shots, I'm scoring a layup

Drop the mask, you wear no makeup

Bitch I flex that clock on my wrist so I know the time

Bitch I'm dead, I will see you on the other side

Living death, I don't know why you look surprised

Fill me in

Throwing hands like Kobra Kai

Who gon win

I'm so geeked up

Riding in a foreign coupe, two seater

Yeah, you watching all my shit, there's the bleachers

Yeah, my Glock hot and ready, little Caesar

Be like what, oh my god

I'm so geeked up

Be like what, oh my god, I'm so geeked up

Be like what, oh my god, I'm so geeked up

Be like what, oh my god, I'm so geeked up