[Intro]
(Yo Ayo)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, yeah, bitch

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm geeked up, it feel like I'm off of shrooms
And I keep the stick, like the witch I keep a broom
Wrap him like a mummy, put his body in a tomb
You ain't taking shit 'cause I came here with my goons

[Verse]
These YSL denim, and my pants, they filled with racks
Please don't try to touch, I get you hit up for a stack
I be sippin' Wockhardt, 'cause they say ain't no more Ac'
He always on IG but he say he in the trap, uh
Rubber band rack, uh, runnin' up a sack, uh
Givenchys with the strap
Gave my bitch ten, now her ass fat, uh
Pullin' out these flats, uh, I'm 'bout to relapse, uh
Say he won't be famous, so he turned onto a pack, yuh
Walk up in the spot, they bustin' bales down in the trap, uh
Lookin' for your bitch? I got your bitch, this where she at, uh
Yeah, she suckin' dick, she off the mid, she off them flats, uh
She beat up the pack, run up my racks, and then she back, uh
[Chorus]
Bitch I'm geeked up, it feel like I'm off of shrooms
And I keep the stick, like the witch I keep a broom
Wrap him like a mummy, put his body in a tomb
You ain't taking shit 'cause I came here with my goons
Bitch I'm geeked up, it feel like I'm off of shrooms
And I keep the stick, like the witch I keep a broom
Wrap him like a mummy, put his body in a tomb
You ain't taking shit 'cause I came here with my goons
('Cause I came here with my goons)