Geekin’ (ChopNotSlop Remix)

[Intro]

Geekin' for the week, you can call me Screech (Call me Screech)

I can't hear my phone when I'm gone, ho, quit callin' me (Callin' me)

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Geekin' for the week, you can call me Screech (Call me Screech)

I can't hear my phone when I'm gone, ho, quit callin' me (Callin' me)

Geekin' for the week, you can call me Screech (Call me Screech)

I can't hear my phone when I'm gone, ho, quit callin' me (Callin' me)

I don't ever trip, guess that make these niggas fall for me

Bitch, I mind my business, I ain't in it, ho, don't come for me (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]

I'm going hard all week, yeah, fucked up I can't see, damn

Don't be scared for me, no, this shit what I need, ayy

Big ole, big ole, big ole butt (Big, big butt)

This is sexy, sloppy drunk (Sloppy drunk)

Downed a bottle in the club (Ayy, ayy), now I'm in here goin' nuts

I don't get hungover (Over), drink Henn' like it's soda

And my man move that, work that, knock the head right off your shoulder

Shake that ass on your friend, and let her friend join in (Come here)

And if they really 'bout it, bring 'em both home to your man (Ahh)

Don't fuck with me if you're scary (Yeah) 'cause this shit get hectic

Tryna get my booty rubbed after the club, who gon' text me?

[Chorus]

Geekin' for the week (Geekin')

Geekin' for the week (Geekin')

Geekin', geekin', geekin' for the week

Geekin' for the week, geekin' geekin'

[Verse 2]

My best friend a stripper, big ole' booty, walk, it jiggle

And when we ride together, ho, you better grab your nigga (Get him)

Her boyfriend a dealer (Yeah), he always on duty (Always on duty)

We geekin' in the traphouse, pourin' 40's on her booty (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Henny on them titties, and Patron on that pussy (Yeah)

You can stay your ass at home if you gon' party like a rookie

[Chorus]

Bitch, I'm geekin' for the week (Geekin')

Geekin' for the week (Geekin')

Geekin', geekin', geekin' for the week

Geekin' for the week, geekin' geekin'

[Verse 3]

Buck on that dick like a bull (Like a bull)

I'm goin' to work on your tool (Baow, baow)

I hang round your neck like a bib (Like a bib)

I'm catchin' all of your drool (Ahh, ahh)

My sex appeal on a mil (On a mil)

He call me "Megan the meal" (Megan the meal)

He tellin' you what he want (What?)

But he get with me and he will

Windin', grindin' all on your lap

When I look back, know I control that

Goin' left to right, while he holdin' on that

If I move it slow, I bet he won't last

[Chorus]

Geekin' for the week (Geekin')

Geekin' for the week (Geekin')

Geekin', geekin', geekin' for the week

Geekin' for the week, geekin' geekin'

[Verse 4]

Overdo it, watch a real bitch come kill shit

Rock lil' ass shirts 'cause my tits big (Yeah)

Turn a grown ass man to a big kid

Pop that, pop that (Yeah)

Give him eye contact when I look back

Make his ass lock up like a contract

Talk to him like Mike, nigga, who bad? (Who?)

Work some (Work some), twerk some (Twerk some)

See you lookin' at me nigga, like you want some (Like you want some)

Got the big boy bottle, let me pour some (Let me pour some)

Bad bitches, line up if you want some

[Chorus]

Geekin' for the week (Geekin')

Geekin' for the week (Geekin')

Geekin', geekin', geekin' for the week

Geekin' for the week, geekin' geekin'

[Verse 5]

Me and my bitch ain't sweatin' no list

Come through the back because they insist

That I, the hottest out now

Come to the stash, turn it to my boudoir

Niggas ooh ahh when they see me

Young Tina Snow, H-Town hottie (H-Town Hottie)

Long ass legs like I'm Naomi

He reachin' for my pussy, tryna Donald Trump me

I hang on your chin like a damn goatee (Like a damn goatee)

I make him go to sleep like I'm Lei Ali (Like I'm Lei Ali)

Your whole damn clique couldn't make one of me (No)

And none of y'all hoes can't hang where I be, bitch

[Chorus]

Geekin' for the week (Geekin')

Geekin' for the week (Geekin')

Geekin', geekin', geekin' for the week

Geekin' for the week, geekin' geekin'

[Outro]

Geekin' for the week, you can call me Screech (Call me Screech)

I can't hear my phone when I'm gone, ho, quit callin' me (Callin' me)

I don't ever trip, guess that make these niggas fall for me

Bitch, I mind my business, I ain't in it, ho, don't come for me

Yeah, yeah