[Intro]
(Turn that shit up, 2)
[Chorus]
Geekin', geekin' (Yeah, urgh)
Geekin' (Ayy), geekin' (Yeah)
Geekin', geekin' (Huh, let's go)
Geekin' (Let's go), geekin'
Geekin', geekin' (Yeah)
Geekin', geekin' (Urgh, what?)
Geekin', geekin', geekin', geekin' (Tesla)
[Post-Chorus]
Pull off in that jet (Swerve) (Yeah)
Twin tucked two tucked TEC's in the trunk talkin' 'bout the 'Vette (Skrr, hmm, let's go)
How'd I get all this bread? (Cash, cash, yeah)
I'm 'boutta get me that Audemar with some baguettes
[Verse]
I'm finna get way too high, 'cause I'm good today
I'm finna put on that Richard Mille today
Way too much EDD, doin' some giveaways
Told 'em, "My wrist finna see what the river say"
Finna go drop hunnid bands on some real estate
Can't even listen, I hear what thе realest say
Givenchy, thе Louis, the Prada, the oowee, not rockin' no Comme des Garçons ('Çons)
Unless, told that bitch it's from Homme Plus (Oh, oh)
I seen the fake-ass shoes on yo' feet, and the fake-ass Jordans from Payless (Yeah)
Twin gon' pull up, ah, boom-boom-boom-boom, matted that shit, so stainless
I got some top in the back of the coupe, coupe, coupe, coupe, that bitch so brainless
I'm 'boutta take all this shit to the roof, roof, roof, roof, roof, roof, bitch, I'm gon' break it, yeah
None of these bitches gon' chew, chew, chew, chew, yeah, all of 'em naked, yeah
Some of y'all been on that dog food, food, food, food, I seen y'all shakin', yeah
Cook that shit up like some food, food, food, food, just like some bacon, yeah
[Open Verse]
[Chorus]
Geekin', geekin' (Yeah, urgh)
Geekin' (Ayy), geekin' (Yeah)
Geekin', geekin' (Huh, let's go)
Geekin' (Let's go), geekin'
Geekin', geekin' (Yeah)
Geekin', geekin' (Urgh, what?)
Geekin', geekin', geekin', geekin' (Tesla)
[Post-Chorus]
Pull off in that jet (Swerve) (Yeah)
Twin tucked two tucked TEC's in the trunk talkin' 'bout the 'Vette (Skrr, hmm, let's go)
How'd I get all this bread? (Cash, cash, yeah)
I'm 'boutta get me that Audemar with some baguettes
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