Geekers

Put a rollie on my wrist
I slept on the hand with a bitch
This that new era we own this shit
Step out the truck, you flee like a bitch
I'm geeking way too high
Hop out, turnt up, we came in like a fucking tide (Yeah)
Bitch you better hide (Yeah)
Bitch you better hide (Yeah)

(Oooohh)
Top up my card, geeking hard
Balenciaga too much (Yeah)
Cap off, I ain't fucking with this
Paper layed down (Yeah)
With Icey go bar for bar
And I know I shouldn't spent that bag on a fucking car (Yeah)
Like I said I'm stepping off this Lambo truck (Yeah)
Feature me you know that shit hard as fuck (Yeah)
Don't ever need no label, independent for life (Yeah)
And you know that's what I'm all about, that's tight (Yeah)

Put a rollie on my wrist
I slept on the hand with a bitch
This that new era we own this shit
Step out the truck, you flee like a bitch
I'm geeking way too high
Hop out, turnt up, we came in like a fucking tide (Yeah)
Bitch you better hide (Yeah)
Bitch you better hide (Yeah)



Credits
Writer(s): Cristofer Köster
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