Way 2 Geeked

(Bow, bow, bow, bow) Ah-ah-ah-uh, bitch I'm way too, uh-ah, yeah (bitch I'm way too) Uh-uh-huh-uh-huh-huh, yeah, uh-uh Bitch I'm way too fried (huh?), I got way too geeked (yeah) I'm all in the sky (huh?), Been here for a week Get them birds gone (yeah), I ain't talking 'bout beats (come on) I been smoking stank (yeah), shorty say I reek (uh) Bitch, I'm way too fried, I got way too geeked He say that I'm taxing, bitch I ain't got nothing for cheap Ain't no two for ones, you paying one a piece Denim Marni hat, it's 'bout only one of these G19 my fire, and two to three right with me (bow) Bitch I'm way too fried (I'm way too geek), I've been way too geek (I'm way too geek) I hit Wafi every time a cracker touch down in the A (ha, ha) Bitch, I'm geeked but your ass might get fried up like fish filet Yeah, I'm tryna spend some money, I got too much in my bank TSA lookin' at me funny, knew the dufflebag stank That boy shootin' at the street, what you beefin' with the pavement? (Bow, bow) I ain't never seen you with no paper, what you beefin' with the banker? I take Percs to calm my anger, get 'em gone ain't lift a finger Bitch wanna fuck me at my show, but ma dukes said say no to strangers Playing with paint just like a layup Lil' bro died and fucked my day up Ma dukes had took the pole, what the fuck she say stay safe for I ain't fuckin' with you if you weren't with me on the way up I don't take no Addy's, bitch I'm off these Percs, it's hard to stay up Roll this three point five fat as hell, call that bitch a Dave Blunt I'm fuckin' shawty face, but I ain't tryna fuck her lace up I done hit the-, with the-, call that bih a lace front I don't know what time I'm on, I don't even gotta say nothing Back strong as hell, unc' talkin' bout his face numb Walkin' with my chest high, you got pressure, better say something I've been with them zombies like I'm toting on a ray gun Flash on the K, diss bitch blind, it sound like Ray Charles Call Tate, I need more K's, troll taking off (bitch I need that) Used to pop off on them handlebars like they candy bars Fine shit with me, she look something like Remi Ma (yeah) Yeah, you put that shit on, baby, go 'head, take it off Yeah, that shit look good, lil' mama, go 'head, take it off I'm serving the white girl, I ain't talkin' 'bout shake It off Try to tell her swift off (huh, huh) I'm tryna fuck on Taylor Swift (huh) Bad chocolate hoe, I think she want vanilla, bih (come on) Something like a pack of cigarettes, we packin' hella sticks If you don't want no smoke, better stop inhaling it (bow, bow, bow, bow) Bitch I'm way too fried (huh?), I got way too geeked (yeah) I'm all in the sky (huh?), Been here for a week Get them birds gone (yeah), I ain't talking 'bout beats (come on) I been smoking stank (yeah), shorty say I reek (uh) Bitch, I'm way too fried, I got way too geeked He say that I'm taxing, bitch I ain't got nothing for cheap Ain't no two for ones, you paying one a piece Denim Marni hat, it's 'bout only one of these G19 my fire, and two to three right with me (bow) Bitch I'm way too fried (I'm way too geek), I've been way too geek (I'm way too geek) I hit Wafi every time a cracker touch down in the A (ha, ha) Bitch, I'm geeked but your ass might get fried up like fish filet (bow)