[Chorus]
I'm way too geeked
I'm way too smacked
I might just beat your main bitch back
I'm just eighteen and makin' racks (Hey, where's Rolo?)
At a young age, who could fuck with that?
Run through 40k, I know it's comin' back
Money work for a n***a, got it runnin' laps like it's track
I'm with my partner, we smoking thrax

[Verse]
I'm way too geeked
I'm way too smacked
I don't talk much when off that pack
I walk on the beat, just like Fashion Week, with a Louis bag
I walk in that bitch, they like "Who is he, who is that?", me
In the back, with the piece
Leave her in the past, history
In the S-Class, yeah, the beam
And my bitch bad, make her scream
N***as took a nap on the dream
Now they in the trap with the fiеnd
Pull up to Neimans, they proud of me (Proud of mе)
Bitches tellin' me they proud of me (Proud of me)
Fuck that, Columbia signed to me (Signed to me)
I'm the coolest 'cause I gotta be (I gotta be)
I'm the greatest 'cause I gotta be (I gotta be)
I gotta be
Who else gon' do it?
Truck full of sluts and the bus gon' move it
On the tour bus with a slut goin' stupid
Bad kids gettin' rich, bitch, we ruthless
This stick can [?] size medulas
Lil' bitch want dick, go FaceTime, let's do this
[Chorus]
I'm way too geeked
I'm way too smacked
I might just beat your main bitch back
I'm just eighteen and makin' racks (Hey, where's Rolo?)
At a young age, who could fuck with that?
Run through 40k, I know it's comin' back
Money work for a n***a, got it runnin' laps like it's track
I'm with my partner, we smokin'—
I'm with my partner, we smoking thrax (Thrax, thrax, thrax, thrax)
I'm with my partner, we smoking—