GEEKIN’

[HOOK]
Pour up the drop
Im leanin
She off the molly
She geekin
Pop a tab
Then im peakin
Keep rollin blunts
For no reason

[VERSE 1]
Damn i finesse on yo bitch
Bet she run off wit yo pack
Boi its a shame das a fact
Gettin no guap run it back
Damn boi i need me some paper
Damn boi i dont do no favors
Damn boi im smokin on flavors
Dat boi ain't smokin no papers
I live in da cuts
Dont got neighbors
Blowin on dope
Boi its major
To yo standards
I won't cater
Fuck a bitch
See ya later
Switch flows
Tell em fuck out
Fuck a bitch
You a buss down
Day one been smokin loud
Age of 16
Seen a couple pounds
Come and go
Like nothin
From smokin out

[HOOK]
Pour up the drop
Im leanin
She off the molly
She geekin
Pop a tab
Then im peakin
Keep rollin blunts
For no reason

[VERSE 2]
Swear u rappers fuckin suck dick
At the function on some fuck shit
Me im chillin smokin blunts bitch
Fire breathin like a dragon bitch
Ion need a fuckin chain on me
Ion need a fuckin rang on me
Ion need a fuckin thang on me
No colors ion need a gang on me
Been smokin dope since a jitt
Couldn't cop wraps young as shit
Still was smokin out the fuckin zip
Rollin papers or the bong rips
Then we moved up
Quarter p's
Box of woods erry fuckin week
Now we blowin up a fuckin p
Turn it in to three or four ozs
Dimes used to last a whole month
Now a half gone in a hour fuck

[HOOK]
Pour up the drop
Im leanin
She off the molly
She geekin
Pop a tab
Then im peakin
Keep rollin blunts
For no reason