Geek’d Up lyrics

by

Young Thug



[Intro]
(Ferrari Smash)
Yeah
I'm geeked on molly, don't tell nobody
Young Thug need to stop it, I'm too much probably
Woah, woah

[Chorus]
Got a whole thing of molly (And what?)
Don't tell nobody (Shh)
Geeked up, can't stop it (I'm geeked)
Fall asleep in the lobby (I'm sleep)
Got a whole thing of lean (Lean)
I don't pop no bean (Uh-uh)
Pull up on the scene (Then what?)
Paint it red and green (Blatt)
Got a whole bunch of money (Money)
Got a whole bunch of cash (f*cked up)
Got a whole bunch of hash (And what?)
Two hundred on the dash (Rrr)
I don't wanna drive fast (Rrr)
I don't wanna serve bags (Uh-uh)
I'm ridin' around with Steve (And who?)
I ain't talkin' 'bout Nash, blatt

[Verse 1]
I'm creepin' and I'm motherf*ckin' crawlin' (Creepy crawlin')
Kid play, send his ass to Hugh Spalding (Blatt, blatt)
Bust it down, hit your avenue and off the sh*t (Ah, ah, move)
Fake bricks, don't even know where Slauson is, slash that (f*ck you mean?)
Where the guns at? I'm hands on with those (Blatt)
And I don't serve none, it's the wrong number
Hit my man phone for those (You better ball, bruh)
I got brown sugar (Uh-huh), you say you want pink toes? (You want pink toes?)
Got big dimes, same size as mentos (Big dimes)
We still eating that slice, no Kimbo (Kimbo)
It's S double M sh*t, I'm a membo (I'm a membo)
I meant member, what's the word? I drink the syrup (I drink)
And I smoke kush, that's OG, not pizzurp, blatt
[Chorus]
Got a whole thing of molly (And what?)
Don't tell nobody (Shhh)
Geeked up, can't stop it (I'm geeked)
Fall asleep in the lobby (I'm sleep)
Got a whole thing of lean (Lean)
I don't pop no bean (Uh-uh)
Pull up on the scene (Then what?)
Paint it red and green (Blatt)
Got a whole bunch of money (Money)
Got a whole bunch of cash (f*cked up)
Got a whole bunch of hash (And what?)
Two hundred on the dash (Rrr)
I don't wanna drive fast (Rrr)
I don't wanna serve bags (Uh-uh)
I'm ridin' around with Steve (And who?)
I ain't talkin' 'bout Nash, blatt

[Verse 2]
Ask her nicely, "What the move is, ho?" (What the move is?)
I ain't Slim, but I'm dunkin' in your ho (R.I.P. though)
On the molly, everything is very slow (What the f*ck)
But my heart beatin' fast as hell, yo (Oh my gosh)
What the hell done got to me? (I don't know)
I'm geekin' off motherf*ckin' profit, sh*t (Trippin', Thug)
I turned into Young Future, tell her, "Watch this" (Ayy, watch, watch)
I bring it all back inside the pot with it (Woah), cook
Amazing f*ckin' grace (Oh my God)
All this ice inside my rings, you could skate (You could skate)
I am better than Crocker with the cake (I ain't cookin')
I ain't cookin' on house, but the dope taste like steak (Steakhouse), blatt (A1)
[Chorus]
Got a whole thing of molly (And what?)
Don't tell nobody (Shhh)
Geeked up, can't stop it (I'm geeked)
Fall asleep in the lobby (I'm sleep)
Got a whole thing of lean (Lean)
I don't pop no bean (Uh-uh)
Pull up on the scene (Then what?)
Paint it red and green (Blatt)
Got a whole bunch of money (Money)
Got a whole bunch of cash (f*cked up)
Got a whole bunch of hash (And what?)
Two hundred on the dash (Rrr)
I don't wanna drive fast (Rrr)
I don't wanna serve bags (Uh-uh)
I'm ridin' around with Steve (And who?)
I ain't talkin' 'bout Nash, blatt
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