[Intro]
(Wasn't that bad)
Get geeked up, is you gettin' geeked or what?

[Chorus]
Bitch, get geeked up, is you gettin' geeked or what?
Wrist slit, guts cut, I ain't scared of all the blood
Blick, hit your shot, yeah, these hoes ain't goin' for nothin'
Get geeked off drugs, it ain't hard to open up
Yeah, hundred racks stuffed in my pants, pants
Pretty ho fucked on cam, cam
Slatt, bitch (Yeah)
I stay true like the bottom of my shoe, yeah
I play it cool, turn a rap ho to a cooler
In the Track', had to bust it with a ruler, oh-ah

[Verse]
Flex, had to rush up
Lil' stick (Flex), bling, blaow, yeah, I fucked ya (Flex)
Mm, servin' yola, hold up
Took the [sixteen?], yeah, we throw it up
Young kid like to brag, you know us
Die bеhind my pride, sure enough
Thе way I got money on my mind, [?]
Hit you on the field if you showed up
Uh, pull up with the blick, I'ma show ya
Everybody on my dick, but I'on know ya
I got liquor in my piss, I'm so slowed, uh
Yeah, his fuckin' fit super soaked up, yeah
Huh, huh, yeah, yeah [?]
Bitch got drugs that I'm gettin' from the doctor
Yeah, twist the barrel on the chopper
Bitch had the club spinnin' like a helicopter, slatt
Would you put it on your momma?
[?] hoes gon' bust down for the drama
Yeah, [twin said?], "Fuck them, count them commas"
Hatin' from the bench, you's a motherfuckin' monster
[Chorus]
Get, get, get geeked up, is you gettin' geeked or what?
Wrist slit, guts cut, I ain't scared of all the blood
Blick, hit your shot, yeah, these hoes ain't goin' for nothin'
Get geeked off drugs, it ain't hard to open up
Yeah, hundred racks stuffed in my pants, pants
Pretty ho fucked on cam, cam
Slatt, bitch (Yeah)
I stay true like the bottom of my shoe, yeah
I play it cool, turn a rap ho to a cooler
In the Track', had to bust it with a ruler, oh-ah