Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Crane
Songwriter
Lyrics
(Ouu)
Nigga I'm geeking, I'm faded
Nigga I'm geeking, I'm faded
Nigga I'm geeking, I faded
Nigga I'm geeked, I'm faded
Roll up a fat one, I'm filling the trays
Don't fuck with many niggas, on my own wave
Get the money quick, I'm tryna get paid
Pack from out of state, I'm geeking, I'm faded
Didn't wanna fuck the bitch, but damn she persuading
Didn't wanna rap for real, but fuck it they made me
We ain't having kids we got beef with Grady
And my heart black, it come from Haiti
I'm getting that money, I'm straight on that bitch (Straight on the bitch)
Really be doing my thing with this shit (My thing with this shit)
Beating that pussy, I'm killing that shit (I'm killing that shit)
Fuck all that drama, don't play with that shit (Don't play with that shit)
Really be killing my high with that shit (Killing my high)
Nigga you killing my vibe with that shit (I'm with the vibes)
Get on the beat ima ride on that bitch (Boy ima ride)
Know I be rolling with vibes in this bitch (I'm with the vibes)
Really be having my way with this shit (Having my way)
Gotta find a way to make sure I'm rich (Make sure I'm rich)
Find me a way to get rich in this bitch (Rich in this bitch)
Bitch take a perc she get wild on the dick (She get wild on the dick)
Damn that bitch going all out on the dick (All out on the dick)
Can't see me like John, you get hit with this wick (Get hit with this wick)
Niggas be paying for hoes in this bitch (Ya'll going out sad in this muthafucka)
Yeah I'm geeked, yeah I'm geeked, bitch too geeked (Ouu)
Bitch gonna suck me up in the backseat (She sloppy)
Bitch gonna suck me up till I'm weak (I'm weak)
Yeah I like to fuck them freaks (Fucking that bitch)
Nah, I'm fine I'm just too geeked (High as fuck)
Yeah so geeked that a nigga might tweak (Tweak)
Call me Keef, on the blunt I chief
I chief (I chief), I chief (I chief)
Pop pussy open that bitch she queef (She queef)
Hit it from back that bitch she sleep (She sleep)
Hit her on the gram, next thing we link (We link)
She don't wanna smoke no blunt she drink (She drink)
She just wanna suck on dick, she eat (Eat it up)
She just wanna suck on dick, she eat (She be going sloppy on a muthafucka)
Yeah, I be geeking, I'm faded (I'm faded)
Yeah, I be geeking, I slayed it (I slayed it)
Fucked a few hoes on the pavement (On the pavement, bitch)
Hit a few hoes, I ain't date it (I ain't date that muthafucka)
Nah, I ain't date it (Hell nah)
Getting that money, yeah I do that daily
I am that nigga so you cannot play me (Bitch)
Roll up a fat one, I'm filling the trays
Don't fuck with many niggas, on my own wave
Get the money quick, I'm tryna get paid
Pack from out of state, I'm geeking, I'm faded
Didn't wanna fuck the bitch, but damn she persuading
Didn't wanna rap for real, but fuck it they made me
We ain't having kids we got beef with Grady
And my heart black, it come from Haiti
We getting that money, she loving this cake
Get on top of the beat, light it up then I crank
Open the pack got the whole building stinking
Nothing is cap what the fuck is you thinking
Dm the bitch now we sneaking and linking
Smoke up the party, don't fuck with the drinking
Swear for the gas a nigga be feigning
Hit from the back that bitch get to creaming
Take me a sip now I'm geeking and leaning
Tell all these niggas to stop intervening
Knock that boy out, I got his ass dreaming
Cold as December I'm freezing, I'm the one bitches be needing
Get in the room she be teasing, taking these drugs we be geeking, she get freaky
I'm in my bag, I'm handling business
She giving me head I swear she a genius
I ran up my money, I ran up my digits
Cross his ass out that nigga a christian
I'm working too hard, I'm locked on my pivot
You say that you solid, that's not what its giving
Knock his ass right out his fitted
You think that you tough, you not really with it
Roll up a fat one, I'm filling the trays
Don't fuck with many niggas, on my own wave
Get the money quick, I'm tryna get paid
Pack from out of state, I'm geeking, I'm faded
Didn't wanna fuck the bitch, but damn she persuading
Didn't wanna rap for real, but fuck it they made me
We ain't having kids we got beef with Grady
And my heart black, it come from Haiti
Roll up a fat one, I'm filling the trays
Don't fuck with many niggas, on my own wave
Get the money quick, I'm tryna get paid
Pack from out of state, I'm geeking, I'm faded
Didn't wanna fuck the bitch, but damn she persuading
Didn't wanna rap for real, but fuck it they made me
We ain't having kids we got beef with Grady
And my heart black, it come from Haiti
Writer(s): Christopher Crane
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