
GEEKED Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Ayy, Rikki Thaddee
Niggas jumpin' all the pork just to land off in a casket
I get geeked up every day and I get to it without askin
Thirty pills a week and thirty thousand get you thirty flint
Designer to the drugs, make booster bitches steal it, they at wits
I can't respect any crash, I'll take drugs till pass out
I'm on my shit and now they mad, now I'm on they ass now
Call of Duty sticks don't lag out, them bitches blast out
Shout out to Auntie Tame for lettin' me crashin' on the couch
I can't be no follower, I can't like it cause they like it
Gun they poppin, spray like ice, tell me I don't like surprises
Look, bro, Tripp or Henstown, the bank, he'd rather catch a body
You don't check up on me, you just want some money like direct deposit
Run up on a Nigerian, bought them bitcoins
Feelin' like Mario on them shrooms, I need bitcoins
Expensive drip, all my bitches rockin' fuckin' leotards
Nigga, I go crazy bout that cash, I'm a retard, nigga, I'm a rich bitch
Niggas jumpin' off the porch just to land off in a cask
I get geeked up everyday and I get to it without askin
Thirty pills a week and thirty thousand get you thirty flint
Designer to the drugs, make booster bitches steal it, they at wits
I can't respect any crash, I'll take drugs till pass out
I'm on my shit and now they mad, now I'm on they ass now
Call of Duty sticks don't lag out, them bitches blast out
Shout out to Auntie Tame for lettin' me crashin' on the couch
Don't compare me to them other niggas, I'm worried bout my peep
Twingo, been back in that Honda, that's the way we got away
My bitch better than Colliery, dude, that's on Georgia State
Threw my nigga the ball, I told that fuck nigga not to pass it
Ran it straight, just like elastic, fuck a scale, I need the plastic
I'm a poppin' pimple to you straight, it turn me to a bandit
I get so high and I be with the dead
Won't how you talk, I might shoot when I'm scared
Got some pot out the lid, yeah, I'm lucky
Yeah, I don't go overly, overly, I need a slur to encompass
Niggas jumpin' off the porch just to land off in a cask
I get geeked up every day and I get to it without askin
Thirty pills a week and thirty thousand get you thirty free
Designer to the drugs, may boost a bitch and steal it every week
I can't respect any crash, y'all pay drugs to pass out
I'm on my shit and now they mad, now I'm on they ass now
Call a dude, sticks don't lag out, them bitches blast out
Shout out to Auntie Tame for lettin' me crashin' on the couch
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah