Geeked Lyrics

Molly, X, Codine, and a motherfuckin' percocet

I'm tryna get geeked,

Vetements on my shirt, Balenci the feet

I'll cuff you, bitch, but trust that I'm gon' cheat

Shawty, I like sex,

Matter of fact, who is your lil' friend

I want her next,

I just want the neck, Bitch, I don't want you

I can fuck you like a slut or I love you,

What you gonna choose

Bitch, I'm rockin' Purple jeans and the Ksubi Never rockin' Trues

Yeah, I'm sippin' on the Wockhardt,

Mix it up with the fuckin' juice

I'll take some molly, but I'll never pop a xan

Album goin' number one, I came in with a plan

On stage singin' Maybach Music

To my fuckin' fans

Hop on the PJ,

And I took my shawty straight to France

Swerve In a Hellcat,

And I spilled some lean up on my pants

I gave her some good dick,

And I put lil shawty in a trance

The bitch go cray, Draco, it gon' spray

Caught me a opp,

And then I call up my nigga Kday

Yeah, we gonna slide on his bitch ass

With fuckin' K's

Grab a backwood, and I roll me up a lil' trey

These haters be ridin' my dick,

Be thinkin' they gay

Caught a opp lackin, I told that boy, go pray

30 round clip on my Glock, today not your day

NLM runnin' the city, call up a bitty

I hit from the front, I be grabbin' her titties, huh, yeah, beat up the kitty

I beat up the cat,

Then I dip in a motherfuckin' scat

Got a switch on my Glock, never lack,

And we turned your lil' bro to a pack

Opp pack got me feelin' like it's some crack

I did me a show, And I came out the bank

With a handful of racks

I'm with the gang, and we fly down the street In a handful of tracks

Up in the section, the hoes shakin' ass

And i'm pouring up yak, uh

Molly, X, Codine, and a motherfuckin' percocet

I'm tryna get geeked,

Vetements on my shirt, Balenci the feet

I'll cuff you, bitch, but trust that I'm gon' cheat