I'm Geekin (feat. Luh Tyler)
I'm on a whole 'nother level, I'm geekin'
You think you fuckin' with me, boy, you tweakin'
Ready for war, I just need me a reason
I'm gettin' buckets in regular season
Honestly, wonderin' when I'ma lose it
Come get your wifey, she with it, she choosin'
Maybach be drivin' itself, I be cruisin'
I got the game in my motherfuckin' pocket
All of this rappin' and shit just an option
I'm finna cook in the stu', Betty Crock' it
I'm finna take off in rap like a rocket
Hop on a yacht in Miami to surf it
With hella bitches, they drinkin' and twerkin'
Don't post on stories, my shorty be lurkin'
Can't stop the grind for no bitch, it ain't worth it
Go to Milan for the week of the fashion
Addicted to dressin', I drip with a passion
Your nigga know I'm that nigga, just ask him
Look at the diamonds, they hittin', they dancin'
I'm from the trenches, I learned how to hustle
I get the cabbage, the lettuce, the brussel
I make a million, then triple, then double
Upgrade the Glock with a laser and muzzle
I'm on a whole 'nother level, I'm geekin'
You think you fuckin' with me, boy, you tweakin'
Ready for war, I just need me a reason
I'm gettin' buckets in regular season
Honestly, wonderin' when I'ma lose it (what?)
Come get your wifey, she with it, she choosin' (ugh)
Maybach be drivin' itself, I be cruisin' (gang, yeah, nigga, yeah)
Pull up in Maybach, yeah, we finna swerve (skrrt)
Like my bitch stick with a whole lot of curve
They payin' the kid just to say all these words
Gotta go drop them bands, tryna get you a verse
Nigga, stop tweetin', that shit for the birds (brr)
In the booth geekin' like I was some nerd
Just woke up to a check, nigga, like it's the first
Just woke up to a check, yeah, I'm thumbin' through cheese
Yeah, niggas can't do it like me (like me)
I'm countin' pape' while you sleep, countin' sheep
Tell your bitch pour me up, I ain't sippin' no tea
Tell that boy tie his lace, ain't no trippin' on me
In a Wraith, slidin' round, bitch, I'm with DDG
Yeah, my niggas be wildin', they spin, DVD
Off that gas, on a whole 'nother level, I'm geeked
I'm on a whole 'nother level, I'm geekin'
You think you fuckin' with me, boy, you tweakin'
Ready for war, I just need me a reason
I'm gettin' buckets in regular season
Honestly, wonderin' when I'ma lose it
Come get your wifey, she with it, she choosin'
Maybach be drivin' itself, I be cruisin'
I heard Luh Tyler wanna fuck with one of my exes
I throwed a lob like it's nothin'
Like it's a fast break and it's twenty more seconds
He slam dunk it, Boogie Cousins
I be in the blogs, topic of discussion
They say I'm a dog, always gon' be somethin'
I do somethin' positive, they don't discuss it
But when it be negative, them people love it, huh
DEOK, it ain't beef if it's over computer, he peewee
That boy not a threat
Gun to the back of your ho
Tell her "Name a few songs"
I bet money she passin' the test
Niggas don't see how I'm movin' when cameras be off
They just know what they see on the net
Whether I'm right or I'm wrong, I can never fall off
I know niggas is highly upset, okay
I'm on a whole 'nother level, I'm geekin'
You think you fuckin' with me, boy, you tweakin'
Ready for war, I just need me a reason
I'm gettin' buckets in regular season
Honestly, wonderin' when I'ma lose it
Come get your wifey, she with it, she choosin'
Maybach be drivin' itself, I be cruisin'
You think you fuckin' with me, boy, you tweakin'
Ready for war, I just need me a reason
I'm gettin' buckets in regular season
Honestly, wonderin' when I'ma lose it
Come get your wifey, she with it, she choosin'
Maybach be drivin' itself, I be cruisin'
I got the game in my motherfuckin' pocket
All of this rappin' and shit just an option
I'm finna cook in the stu', Betty Crock' it
I'm finna take off in rap like a rocket
Hop on a yacht in Miami to surf it
With hella bitches, they drinkin' and twerkin'
Don't post on stories, my shorty be lurkin'
Can't stop the grind for no bitch, it ain't worth it
Go to Milan for the week of the fashion
Addicted to dressin', I drip with a passion
Your nigga know I'm that nigga, just ask him
Look at the diamonds, they hittin', they dancin'
I'm from the trenches, I learned how to hustle
I get the cabbage, the lettuce, the brussel
I make a million, then triple, then double
Upgrade the Glock with a laser and muzzle
I'm on a whole 'nother level, I'm geekin'
You think you fuckin' with me, boy, you tweakin'
Ready for war, I just need me a reason
I'm gettin' buckets in regular season
Honestly, wonderin' when I'ma lose it (what?)
Come get your wifey, she with it, she choosin' (ugh)
Maybach be drivin' itself, I be cruisin' (gang, yeah, nigga, yeah)
Pull up in Maybach, yeah, we finna swerve (skrrt)
Like my bitch stick with a whole lot of curve
They payin' the kid just to say all these words
Gotta go drop them bands, tryna get you a verse
Nigga, stop tweetin', that shit for the birds (brr)
In the booth geekin' like I was some nerd
Just woke up to a check, nigga, like it's the first
Just woke up to a check, yeah, I'm thumbin' through cheese
Yeah, niggas can't do it like me (like me)
I'm countin' pape' while you sleep, countin' sheep
Tell your bitch pour me up, I ain't sippin' no tea
Tell that boy tie his lace, ain't no trippin' on me
In a Wraith, slidin' round, bitch, I'm with DDG
Yeah, my niggas be wildin', they spin, DVD
Off that gas, on a whole 'nother level, I'm geeked
I'm on a whole 'nother level, I'm geekin'
You think you fuckin' with me, boy, you tweakin'
Ready for war, I just need me a reason
I'm gettin' buckets in regular season
Honestly, wonderin' when I'ma lose it
Come get your wifey, she with it, she choosin'
Maybach be drivin' itself, I be cruisin'
I heard Luh Tyler wanna fuck with one of my exes
I throwed a lob like it's nothin'
Like it's a fast break and it's twenty more seconds
He slam dunk it, Boogie Cousins
I be in the blogs, topic of discussion
They say I'm a dog, always gon' be somethin'
I do somethin' positive, they don't discuss it
But when it be negative, them people love it, huh
DEOK, it ain't beef if it's over computer, he peewee
That boy not a threat
Gun to the back of your ho
Tell her "Name a few songs"
I bet money she passin' the test
Niggas don't see how I'm movin' when cameras be off
They just know what they see on the net
Whether I'm right or I'm wrong, I can never fall off
I know niggas is highly upset, okay
I'm on a whole 'nother level, I'm geekin'
You think you fuckin' with me, boy, you tweakin'
Ready for war, I just need me a reason
I'm gettin' buckets in regular season
Honestly, wonderin' when I'ma lose it
Come get your wifey, she with it, she choosin'
Maybach be drivin' itself, I be cruisin'
Credits
Writer(s): Isaac Earl Bynum, Darryl Dwayne Jr Granberry, Bennett W Pepple, Tom Levesque, Tyler Meeks
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