GEEKED UP Songtext
von $wvnk

Taxing them boys- Uncle Sam
Sauce and the soy oozing on your mans
That girl too fye cool her down- fan
My Future LOUD I can hear the bands

Fuck with the tribe- Oh uh uh
That′s a NO-NO
One on one bitch can get jumped like a pogo

Cooling but we with the shit that's fasho though
All barking no sparking these bitches be Toto

Toto, hmph
Oh no
Shoulder too cold- Froyo
Hold up let me put my coat on
Fuck on a beat like a porno
Hold on
Hold on
$wvnk G can′t do no probono


I be snapping on beats like they photos
B-b-b-b-BAPE and your bitch rocking Bobos
Cooking these flows OMG it's Risotto
Broke his lil' heart told him put it on rice- Ice
But still pop up to the show though
I got a mean streak but I′m nice
Dead dead dead
He throw me top while I play in his dreads
Lil′ baby boy I can't be your Yvette
I text him first and then left him on read- I said what I said
Or didn′t
Ha
Bitch your mind your business
Tuh
Captain Lieutenant
Ain't talking digits that′s evil can't hear it
I see what I see fuck IG follow Spirit
(No fear in me)
I keep it true why they trying me?
Crystal on me like a minery
Gassed up relaxed at the winery
DND plotting on early retirement

Taxing them boys- Uncle Sam
Sauce and the soy oozing on your mans
That girl too fye cool her down- fan
My Future LOUD I can hear the bands

Fuck with the tribe- Oh uh uh
That′s a NO-NO
One on one bitch can get jumped like a pogo

Cooling but we with the shit that's fasho though
All barking no sparking these bitches be Toto


All bark and no sparking these bitches be Toto
I'm at Neiman Marcus compounding the total like- Pfffft
Through the racks- I be like fuck it I′m gone make it back tenfold
If you was me you′d have probably been fold
Secrets I kept you'd have probably been told
Kept the receipt on the work and it′s sold
Hating on me- I get love from your hoe
Taking his soul my shit pressure I know
Deep in my water he digging for gold
B-b-b-b-beat it up Lil' Voe
Niggas be switching up quick like control
Period- on a bitch
Heavy flow
Serious- ′bout the bag I will blow
Oh she don't like me- well so?
Fuck what you talking ′bout hoe you broke!
Fuck you talking 'bout bitch dripped out drive the boat- hmph I'm gone row
My titties got clout- put ′em in your mouth suck it slow ′til them hoes sore

I know without a doubt I'm gone make it out
Up the only way I know to go
Up the only way to go

Taxing them boys- Uncle Sam
Sauce and the soy oozing on your mans
That girl too fye cool her down- fan
My Future LOUD I can hear the bands

Fuck with the tribe- Oh uh uh
That′s a NO-NO
One on one bitch can get jumped like a pogo

Cooling but we with the shit that's fasho though
All barking no sparking these bitches be Toto