I'm not getting geeked I'm getting lost I wrap em up I ship em up I'm like a boss Can't see the cloud that I'm on Got a bad ass bitch from New York Smoke kush I can't fuck with Newports In a foreign coupe killing nigga no insurance I'm the realest I can show you how to do this Smoking drinking penicillin deadest nigga living Bitch you know I'm in it Mercedes Benz got lady friends They'll do a nigga They some whores nigga I let my boys in em Feeling like that nigga I feel like that nigga Nigga tried to jack my swag I'm feeling this nigga But bitches know you ain't young carti I'm telling you nigga Damn
I'm not getting geeked I'm getting lost
[verse 2] Hunned thousand bitches boy you know we get it You stalking all these hoes you pay no attention Im counting c-notes Can't smoke no rello's cause im different Im working my wrists Filet mignon with your bitch Ill pipe her down with the dick She calm me down with the head when im still in that work My phone chirping like a bitch I spilled lean on my shirt Im out here grinding shawdy while your niggas pockets are hurt Before my hoe says carti she better say sir Its money to be made Can't a nigga face All she do is face Yellow diamonds keep a hoe thirsty like lemonade There’s money to be made Getting topped up in the coupe She loose My sprite mixed up with goop Im loose You fucked that? bitch me tooTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
