GEEKFIELD

Hopped up inside the Caine, Bentley Mulsanne, we go off, hit the dash

Pop out with the guys, leave them in pain, 'cause we put belt to ass

All my money and diamonds rain, like hurricane, get hit with a blast

Talkin' that shit behind the screen, you lucky you can't get hit with the tac

I got hella miles on my whip cause I go everywhere

Run up two bands, yeah 'cause anything look better in a pair

Runnin' this race, I look back at the bottom, they screamin"it ain't fair"

Fly up to the mountains, it's getting cold, you gon' need that Moncler

Ridin, windows down, we goin' fast, can feel the wind on my face

Yeah, we lurk at night, like some damn shadows, we don't leave a trace