REAL GEEKED ft. Fyelow Lyrics

Aye, Honor Roll-

Fuck it, AP, niggas real geeked

I was makin' my money, a lil' bit taller, now it's real steep

Played first, then she came after, like she DLC

Nigga brought that bullshit to the crib, I gave him TLC

In fatigues, like I can't run

Like they tired from holdin the- (naw)

Like they tired from holdin the huns

Got a bad lil' bitch with the buns

I'm shittin' like I got the runs

I'm sittin' in new St. Laurent

And I'm sleepin' with one of the ones

And her backside as good as her front (forsurely)

Aye, Honor Roll-

Fuck it, AP, niggas real geeked

I was makin' my money, a lil' bit taller, now it's real steep

Played first, then she came after, like she DLC

Nigga brought that bullshit to the crib, I gave him TLC

Aye, niggas ridin' around with the Drake, not the CLB

One mistake, and it's bombs away, not no BoB

Naw foreal, ridin' around with galil, like it's COD

I made a few after 15, like it's 3:03

Don't make me pull up, park outside in a V

I'm just bein' honest, who hotter than me?

I call her my bitch, cause she listen to me

She gon' stay by my hip when she not on a leash

What happened to bro?

He been gone for a while

I married the money, ain't walk down the aisle

I'm bossing her up, she been holding me down

Aint talkin bout shots, but I keep her around

My pockets they fat, they enormous

I gave her a mic, told the hoe to perform

These bitches start coming round asking for favors

I can't put her on, cause I already wore it

My college bitch got her a scholarship, keep her on point

I might send a lil' pack to her dorm

I give her a pat on the ass, when she walk out the door

(Aye, aye!)

My money got long, but I still gotta run up a mill

They all at the table, they ready to eat

My bro like a wheel, he ready to spin

But still a hop out and get with it on feet

What happened? I thought you was him?

He missed all the shots, we took them off the rim

I say, a nigga that's standin' on business

That nigga be sayin' that that's what he is, but he ain't

I say, I been put on some weight

From these trips to the bank

I been gettin' my slice of the cake

I came in this bitch, I ain't rockin' no chrome hearts

But I got chrome on the side of my waist

I hop in that whip and go leave me a nigga

I stay on my way and go straight to the paper

I hop in that whip and go leave me a nigga

I stay on my way and I made me a way

Aye, Honor Roll-

Fuck it, AP, niggas real geeked

I was makin' my money, a lil' bit taller, now it's real steep

Played first, then she came after, like she DLC

Nigga brought that bullshit to the crib, I gave him TLC (fasho)