[Intro: Asian Da Brat] Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff Tell me Bitch, I'm geeked Rollin' Bitch, I'm geeked On my feet (On my feet) Bitch, I'm geeked Bitch, I'm geeked (Geeked, geeked) Bitch, I'm geeked
[Verse 1: Asian Da Brat] Walk in, I'm geeked, the Gucci my sneaks That bitch she a fan, on her knees, she gon' eat Beat up your ho like I beat up the beat Claim you a shooter, I'm waiting to see Think I'ma cop me a crib overseas You thought I was pussy, unleashing the beast Don't type how I feel, just try me and see, ayy Tape on the mind, we tittin' for tat Them bricks in the trunk, take the work to her bag Bitches be lurking, I shit on they ass I hopped out my Birkin, then hopped in the Jag Stacking and spending, the money gon' last Hating I'm winning, I take it and laugh Young with a whole lot of cash Birds sail, shipping through mail These niggas be soft and they talking to 12 Who would've thought? Free my niggas in jail Pop out Givenchy, big racks on the shelf Talking no money? I'm sorry, I'm deaf The chopper go crazy, it's stiff like an L Finessing and flexing, I want all the wealth Go hard and I'm wishing 'em well Ooh, I got the juice Pop me a Xanny then call the masseuse Diamonds they dripping, I'm catching the flu My bitches do bitches, then bring me the loot
[Verse 2: Yung Mal] Lil Pissy Ooh, ooh, ooh I'm rockin' double G, skip to my lou (Gucci) I'm on that dirty, I feel like a boot I came from the bottom, I ball, Caillou (Ball, swish) Keep it one hundred, I'm tellin' the truth (One hundred) We bust 'em down and we mailin' 'em too (Bust 'em down) We trap out that bitch 'til the lease get renewed (Trappin') These niggas, they pussy, want peace but we shoot (They pussy) I done lost count, lil' shawty, for all these bands I blew (Cash, racks) She cuppin' that ass, do a dance or two So many bands, I left her on mute So many hundreds, this shit get confusing Never goin' broke, you must be delusional (Stupid) Ball on they ass, fur coat Think this shit sweet, smoke me a nigga like a 'Port Pablo was fuckin' your ho I fell asleep, move your head, pour like a four Niggas' hand out, talkin' 'bout what they need Get your broke ass off the floor, uh Trap beatin', this bitch jumpin', we 'bout to fall through the floor Rico just called, say he pullin' up now, somebody go to the door Bitch bad, ass fat like J-Lo Can't go broke, I done been there before Youngin not with the subliminals (Nah) Nigga get out of line, I'm killin' himTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
