DISCRETE
Geekin, geekin, geekin
No emotions
No need hiding
See the writing, on yo face
Whats on me? Whats on you?
Let's keep it, discrete
The glock, bitch
Beside me
My style, bitch
On fleek
She geekin, geekin, geekin
Love me through the weekend
Love it when she leakin
Livin' through the deep end
You make me wonder
What you got under?
Your soul, I plunder
Then strike, like thunder
Oh, fly in a foreign
Bad bitch with me, wanna fuck 'till the mornin
And she wanna come through smokin
Way too high, like shy flyin a boeing
She say that shit too mood
Yeah she love my groove
She got me fuckin groups
I collect the loot
She in the coupe
She way too high, she way too moody
I'm there like ops!
I'm way too high, I'm way too moody
I'm not a west-coast boss!
East side, west side, I jiggle both
How you wanna get me gone?
I'mma die down with my neck froze
Neck on gold, my wrist cold
Each watch got its time zone
I can get you gone, with a fuckin call
I'm not the one to ignore!
Whats on me? Whats on you?
Let's keep it, discrete
The glock, bitch
Beside me
My style, bitch
On fleek
She geekin, geekin, geekin
Love me through the weekend
Love it when she leakin
Livin' through the deep end
Slow money way better than no money! (Stunner!)
I got ten bad bitches, like I'm bad bunny (Bitch!)
Say she love me till death, I'm sayin "no honey!" (No!)
I just counted ten racks and they all hunnids (Cash!)
I can, I can, I can get yo rich
We gon, we gon, we gon hit a lick
Bic it, flick it, smoke another cig
I can't, focus, pass another spliff
Fell in love with Dominican mami
Say she love me but she hate the ones around me
Rest in peace to both my uncle and my grammy
I can't focus straight, I know yo soul around me
Say she love me from the day 'till the weekend
And she love me from the surface to the deep end
Yeah she got a freaky side, I'mma freak it
They gon' blame it on me but that bitch is geekin
I'm not a west-coast boss!
East side, west side, I jiggle both
How you wanna get me gone?
I'mma die down with my neck froze
Neck on gold, my wrist cold
Each watch got its time zone
I can get you gone, with a fuckin call
I'm not the one to ignore!
Whats on me? Whats on you?
Let's keep it, discrete
The glock, bitch
Beside me
My style, bitch
On fleek
She geekin, geekin, geekin
Love me through the weekend
Love it when she leakin
Livin' through the deep end
She geekin, geekin, geekin
Love me through the weekend
Love it when she leakin
Livin' through the deep end
She geekin, geekin, geekin
Love me through the weekend
Love it when she leakin
Livin' through the deep end
No emotions
No need hiding
See the writing, on yo face
Whats on me? Whats on you?
Let's keep it, discrete
The glock, bitch
Beside me
My style, bitch
On fleek
She geekin, geekin, geekin
Love me through the weekend
Love it when she leakin
Livin' through the deep end
You make me wonder
What you got under?
Your soul, I plunder
Then strike, like thunder
Oh, fly in a foreign
Bad bitch with me, wanna fuck 'till the mornin
And she wanna come through smokin
Way too high, like shy flyin a boeing
She say that shit too mood
Yeah she love my groove
She got me fuckin groups
I collect the loot
She in the coupe
She way too high, she way too moody
I'm there like ops!
I'm way too high, I'm way too moody
I'm not a west-coast boss!
East side, west side, I jiggle both
How you wanna get me gone?
I'mma die down with my neck froze
Neck on gold, my wrist cold
Each watch got its time zone
I can get you gone, with a fuckin call
I'm not the one to ignore!
Whats on me? Whats on you?
Let's keep it, discrete
The glock, bitch
Beside me
My style, bitch
On fleek
She geekin, geekin, geekin
Love me through the weekend
Love it when she leakin
Livin' through the deep end
Slow money way better than no money! (Stunner!)
I got ten bad bitches, like I'm bad bunny (Bitch!)
Say she love me till death, I'm sayin "no honey!" (No!)
I just counted ten racks and they all hunnids (Cash!)
I can, I can, I can get yo rich
We gon, we gon, we gon hit a lick
Bic it, flick it, smoke another cig
I can't, focus, pass another spliff
Fell in love with Dominican mami
Say she love me but she hate the ones around me
Rest in peace to both my uncle and my grammy
I can't focus straight, I know yo soul around me
Say she love me from the day 'till the weekend
And she love me from the surface to the deep end
Yeah she got a freaky side, I'mma freak it
They gon' blame it on me but that bitch is geekin
I'm not a west-coast boss!
East side, west side, I jiggle both
How you wanna get me gone?
I'mma die down with my neck froze
Neck on gold, my wrist cold
Each watch got its time zone
I can get you gone, with a fuckin call
I'm not the one to ignore!
Whats on me? Whats on you?
Let's keep it, discrete
The glock, bitch
Beside me
My style, bitch
On fleek
She geekin, geekin, geekin
Love me through the weekend
Love it when she leakin
Livin' through the deep end
She geekin, geekin, geekin
Love me through the weekend
Love it when she leakin
Livin' through the deep end
She geekin, geekin, geekin
Love me through the weekend
Love it when she leakin
Livin' through the deep end
Credits
Writer(s): Baraa Jaha
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