Might Be Geeked Lyrics

Pill poppin I might be geeked

Still shopping I like being fleek

Designer socks, Nike feet

Too much of wock, might die in my sleep

Last bitch lost playing hide and seek

You'll get lost getting high as me

I was in the projects down 19th street

Learned from my father how to smoke and drink

Learned from my choppa how to cope when I think

Too much

She said I'm way too toxic, said its my pockets, money masculine

Brodie got gloccs, he aiming at cops, I swear that his shot too accurate

We hot box in a Acura, she got me slop top so immaculate

Like pop rocks way I'm popping up

All in her mouth, can I have a kiss

I do not fight I just shoot it up

No one on my side is a pacifist

I'm making shit for the killers in clubs

And thugs and all of that gangsta shit

I got some gas in a blunt and a cup

I'm mixing that wock with that cannabis

I pour some drop in a can of brisk

I don't know you from a can of piss

I was just smoking on cat piss

I turned that boy to a mannequin

I came in late in killer fashion, bought a cannon

Someone call the ambulance

When you get this paid, you look like the bank

I'm making it rain on the baddest bitch

Pill poppin I might be geeked

Still shopping I like being fleek

Designer socks, Nike feet

Too much of wock, might die in my sleep

Last bitch lost playing hide and seek

You'll get lost getting high as me

I was in the projects down 19th street

Learned from my father how to smoke and drink

Learned from my choppa how to cope when I think

Too much

She said I'm way too toxic, said its my pockets, money masculine

Brodie got gloccs, he aiming at cops, I swear that his shot too accurate

We hot box in a Acura, she got me slop top so immaculate

I'm on her neck like Dracula

She wetter than wet, it ain't adding up

Driveway that ass, back it up

Need it night and day then that's enough

Pill poppin I might be geeked

Still shopping I like being fleek

Designer socks, Nike feet

Too much of wock, might die in my sleep

Last bitch lost playing hide and seek

You'll get lost getting high as me

I was in the projects down 19th street

Learned from my father how to smoke and drink

Learned from my choppa how to cope when I think

Too much

She said I'm way too toxic, said its my pockets, money masculine

Brodie got gloccs, he aiming at cops, I swear that his shot too accurate

We hot box in a Acura, she got me slop top so immaculate

Like pop rocks way I'm popping up

All in her mouth, can I have a kiss

I'm on her neck like Dracula

She wetter than wet it ain't adding up

Driveway that ass, back it up

Need it night and day then that's enough