geeked2death lyrics

[Intro]
When I'm off the f*ckin' lean
Do the dash, hit the gas with my motherf*ckin' team
Bruddas, bruddas in the back
Smokin' on that good weed
Brudda, brudda get a pass, he a goat
He off the drink, drink
Smashin' down a Beast, while I'm watchin' Mr. Beast
Get his di*k sucked off by Kris off a bean, bean
I'm toasted like a motherf*ckin' Subway six-inch
Bad b*tch say she wanna f*ck, only got six inch
While I'm off these f*ckin' bars, I feel like Juice
See the opps dead, hangin' by a noose

[Chorus]
When I'm off the f*ckin' lean
Do the dash, hit the gas with my motherf*ckin' team
Bruddas, bruddas in the back
Smokin' on that good weed
Brudda, brudda get a pass, he a goat
He off thе drink, drink
Smashin' down a Beast, while I'm watchin' Mr. Beast
Gеt his di*k sucked off by Kris off a bean, bean
I'm toasted like a motherf*ckin' Subway six-inch
Bad b*tch say she wanna f*ck, only got six inch
[Verse 1]
While I'm off these f*ckin' bars, I feel like Juice
See the opps dead, hangin' by a noose
And my jeans saggin' right below my knees
Goddamn, I'ma do as I please
Goddamn, I'ma drink it down with ease
Goddamn, I'ma be the f*ckin' best
Try to f*ck with me, then you gonna need some rest
After I'm done with him, then I'ma get 'em stressed
I'ma f*ck with all these hoes they geeked to death
I'ma f*ck with all these hoes they geeked to death
I'ma f*ck with all these hoes they geeked to death
I'ma f*ck with all these hoes they geeked to death

[Verse 2]
True Religion jeans on, True Religion beanie, beanie
High as f*ckin' sh*t, but I got glasses, you can't see me, see me
They don't wanna see me 'til I get up on the TV
And then they sayin', "Reeves the f*ckin' best"
They wanna be me, be me
You wanna talk your sh*t for now
Then go ahead and do it, do it
Ain't nothin' gonna stop my ass from makin' f*ckin' music
All my brothers love me because I'm puttin' on the Truest
Type of sh*t to make a mothaf*cka wanna scam a Truist, Truist
Everybody know that Reeves the rawest one that's out there
Hop into the moshpit out in Tampa, there's a crowd there
All these f*ckin' nightmares got you really freakin' out scared
I've seen them bedbug trenches
Time to get my bruddas out of there
(Out of there, out of—)
[Chorus]
When I'm off the f*ckin' lean
Do the dash, hit the gas with my motherf*ckin' team
Bruddas, bruddas in the back
Smokin' on that good weed
Brudda, brudda get a pass, he a goat
He off the drink, drink
Smashin' down a Beast, while I'm watchin' Mr. Beast
Get his di*k sucked off by Kris off a bean, bean
I'm toasted like a motherf*ckin' Subway six-inch
Bad b*tch say she wanna f*ck, only got six inch