Geeked Outta My Mind

[Chorus: Trouble] Ay I be geeked outta my mind Geeked out, geeked out Geeked outta my mind Geeked out, geeked out Geeked outta my mind Geeked outta my mind Still on point [Verse 1: Trouble] Ay I be geeked outta my mind Rolling through the day time Heard through the grapevine My name all through the datelines I’m just a thug who popped out the department of corrections Lot of niggas only fuck with Duct Tape ‘cause they need protection You gotta pay for this wall [?], while you still in your Caddy I’m riding in exotic whips, women all on my tip Dropped the D just like [?], yay, somebody call Ye Tell him I’m in Chi-Town, institutionalized on Bombay Spitting through the wire, I need fire for the bomb I got Bought to light this kush and let it take over your whole spot You say that you don’t smoke, now you provoked to go and hit the shit Got you on the ropes, losing focus, need to go’n and sit Down like Humpty Dumpty, I’m pumping, niggas ain’t jumping me Should just change my name to 15, niggas stay bumping me I’m Duct Tape crazy, what else, don’t know what you thought Bloods on my right, and KK [?] bitch [?] Got out in the winter but I’m waiting for the summer time This summertime one of the realest, now that’s a humble line I’m one of them humble guys that’s known to pull off all fire Knock your face off, imagine your upside Flip that, we get packs, shook that, we get bags Purple kush, don’t mix that OG make you sit back Enough, the way you ain’t got it, experimental shit Pink pouring and two [?], experimental dick [Chorus: Trouble] Ay I be geeked outta my mind Geeked out, geeked out Geeked outta my mind Geeked out, geeked out Geeked outta my mind Geeked outta my mind Still on point Ay I be geeked outta my mind Geeked out, geeked out Geeked outta my mind Geeked out, geeked out Geeked outta my mind Geeked outta my mind Still on point [Verse 2: Future] I’m geeked up to the moon Young Future, just call me NASA Never come to Earth no more My nigga went past y’all Alligator Gucci’s, I’m in a whole ‘nother element True’s on the elephant, that’s a pocket full of presidents You want that funk, you want that funk, I got Rick James bitch I’m on that lean, I got that drink, you know it’s Actavis The kick got me up like fuck ‘round this bitch I wake up in the stars, every day a motion picture Calculate the guap, neck full of rocks Have you ever inhaled the fumes from ten blocks? The money got me geeked just like it When I’m standing on front of the stage and everyone recite it It feel like a package when it got overnighted Hard rest [?], but we still in it We winning, nigga this only the beginning And we gon’ be here ‘til the finish [Chorus: Trouble] Ay I be geeked outta my mind Geeked out, geeked out Geeked outta my mind Geeked out, geeked out Geeked outta my mind Geeked outta my mind Still on point Ay I be geeked outta my mind Geeked out, geeked out Geeked outta my mind Geeked out, geeked out Geeked outta my mind Geeked outta my mind Still on point