GEEKIN (feat. Marzae & Checc)

Geekin
Neimans
Turnt Up

Geekin
Higher than a plane right now I'm geekin
Pouring up pain right now
Neiman's
Turnt-up can't turn down
Staying in my lane right now
Show up with them racks like how
Carti on my wrist and it hit like wow
Cardi-looking bitch she wild

Geekin
Lately, I been out my mind
BBC, literally wearing the ice
You tweaking, only gotta take one time
But her ass too fat you can see it from the side
I'm beating, literally beating
Beat so cold this shit brought a tear to my eye
Think I'm cheating, It's too easy
Mvp, for a reason
Give me head, for no reason
That's why I need a eater
Bad bitch, never seen her
Cute face wit double d cups

Geekin
Higher than a plane right now I'm geekin
Pouring up pain right now
Neiman's
Turnt-up can't turn down
Staying in my lane right now
Show up with them racks like how
Carti on my wrist and it hit like wow
Cardi-looking bitch she wild

Geekin, Tweakin
Out my body, I'm leaving neimans
We can blow it all for no reason
She don't need a reason
Come get it all, she a demon believe me
Chains on my neck and my wrist come free me
Smoking on exotic, got me coughing and wheezing
You can smell it on me when I walk in the building
Balenci on my body mean no harm to the children
Mad at myself that I don't got millions
Fuckin on her, she in love with the feeling
My hands on her waist, from behind tryna kill shit
Pain in my cup, got me numb Ion't feel shit

Geekin
Higher than a plane right now I'm geeking
Pouring up pain right now
Neiman's
Turnt-up can't turn down
Staying in my lane right now
Show up with them racks like how
Carti on my wrist and it hit like wow
Cardi-looking bitch she wild

Tweakin geekin', bad bitch feenin
Choosin' searching looking seekin
Exotic drugs, you know that shit reekin
Exotic love, got her heart beatin
Beat the pussy, leave that bitch leakin
I'm so high, feel like a beacon
If I'm a priest, these niggas deacons
Call me whis, I keep the peace and
Ima beast, beast in the sheets
I got dimes, yo hoes so decent
Bird bitches, chirping they tweetin
Curve bitches, no I do not need em
Dead presidents they in a meetin
In my pockets, that's where I keep em
She drop down and get her eagle
On now, no we not equal



Credits
Writer(s): Leito Holloway
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