Couscous
Believe me I'm geeked
Just look in my eyes
They redder than cheeks
I hit when I'm from behind
They want me to leak
So I got some drip
But nah you cant get a peak
Can't copy the kid
I see they plotting to reach
But I'll never break
And I'll never chase
Unless I'm hitting the bank
Now I got some bread
She look like Shawana
So now I'm getting some head
I'm getting some beak
Set up at the crib
Another hit for the week
Go get me a bib
It feel like I'm finna feast
It feel like I'm getting big
Like outta yall reach
I walk like a wiz
Nigga I talk like a beast
Be at top real soon
So nigga what the fuck you gone do
Cuz all my niggas
Yea we hop out the roof too smooth
Nigga spitting wok in the booth
Juice juice
Foreign shawty cooking me food
Couscous
Cop a little bottle of booze
Getting loose
Henny baby
I ain't come here to choose
Circle small as fuck
I got a lot I can lose
My niggas prolly tell you
I'm so hot i got fumes
My niggas prolly tell you I got hits
Walking through the store
I gotta hurry ima lick
40 and a shorty on my hip
Gotta have her own
I won't worry bout a bitch
Gotta have a sporty lil miss
Tits perky fat kit
She squirty when I hit
Conversation lactation
Niggas talking shit I'm out here raking
Piles and piles of that uncut bacon
Miles that I'm running
You can't fake paces
Smiles from these unknown faces
Puff puff pass
This a Geek Geek nation
Just look in my eyes
They redder than cheeks
I hit when I'm from behind
They want me to leak
So I got some drip
But nah you cant get a peak
Can't copy the kid
I see they plotting to reach
But I'll never break
And I'll never chase
Unless I'm hitting the bank
Now I got some bread
She look like Shawana
So now I'm getting some head
I'm getting some beak
Set up at the crib
Another hit for the week
Go get me a bib
It feel like I'm finna feast
It feel like I'm getting big
Like outta yall reach
I walk like a wiz
Nigga I talk like a beast
Be at top real soon
So nigga what the fuck you gone do
Cuz all my niggas
Yea we hop out the roof too smooth
Nigga spitting wok in the booth
Juice juice
Foreign shawty cooking me food
Couscous
Cop a little bottle of booze
Getting loose
Henny baby
I ain't come here to choose
Circle small as fuck
I got a lot I can lose
My niggas prolly tell you
I'm so hot i got fumes
My niggas prolly tell you I got hits
Walking through the store
I gotta hurry ima lick
40 and a shorty on my hip
Gotta have her own
I won't worry bout a bitch
Gotta have a sporty lil miss
Tits perky fat kit
She squirty when I hit
Conversation lactation
Niggas talking shit I'm out here raking
Piles and piles of that uncut bacon
Miles that I'm running
You can't fake paces
Smiles from these unknown faces
Puff puff pass
This a Geek Geek nation
Credits
Writer(s): Justice Cummings
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