[ Featuring Ty Dolla $ign ]
Pour that lean 'til I'm sleep (pour that lean 'til I'm sleep)
I get geeked up every week (I get geeked up every week)
She's so fresh, she's on fleek (she's so fresh, she's on fleek)
Air Force 1s got no crease
Yeah, we geek up 'til the sun out
She chillin' with her buns out
I'm rich, I got them funds now
Throwin' all the ones, yeah
Walk 'round with a loaded drum, feelin' like Sadam now
I've been geeked up, havin' fun, but I'm back, you're done now
Too turnt, they can't stop this
Hundreds out my pocket
Jump out, tell 'em, "Watch this"
Ain't goin' for no nonsense
This one for my young niggas trappin' for that profit (yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Dolla $ign)
Yeah, she chillin with her buns out, baby, keep on moonin' me
Tellin' me I'm the only one, but this bitch ain't foolin' me
Every time I come out the house, huh, bitch, I keep my tool with me
This one for the snots, huh, long live my nigga Chris King
Wockiana, I just can't sip anything
Rock Milano, fly your bitch to Italy
All black everything, my bitch dress just like me
Two-fifty for the verse, for Savage, just for free
Pour that lean, pour that lean 'til I'm sleep (pour that lean 'til I'm sleep)
I get geeked up every week (I get geeked up every week)
She's so fresh, she's on fleek she's (so fresh, she's on fleek)
Air Force 1s got no crease
Yeah, we geek up 'til the sun out
She chillin' with her buns out
I'm rich, I got them funds now
Throwin' all the ones, yeah
Walk around with a loaded drum, feelin' like Sadam now
I've been geeked up, havin' fun, but I'm back, you're done now
Too turnt, they can't stop this
Hundreds out my pocket
Jump out, tell 'em, "Watch this"
Ain't goin' for no nonsense
This one for my young niggas trappin' for that profit
None of us on dope dealin'
Shooters in my section
Strapped up in the function
Two guns on me bustin'
Rich and they can't fathom
Bitch, we from West Adams
I get high off gun smoke, you don't want no cancer
Make that niggas strip butt-naked like a dancer
And my star painted two-tone
White gold, rose gold
Link up with some bad hoes
Christian Dior raincoat
Unchained like Django
Ain't no place I can't go
Geeked up, got my mind gone
I'm inside with some shades on
Pour that lean 'til I'm sleep (pour that lean 'til I'm sleep)
I get geeked up every week (I get geeked up every week)
She's so fresh, she's on fleek (she's so fresh, she's on fleek)
Air Force 1s got no crease
Yeah, we geek up 'til the sun out
She chillin' with her buns out
I'm rich, I got them funds now
Throwin' all the ones, yeah
Walk around with a loaded drum, feelin' like Sadam now
I've been geeked up, havin' fun, but I'm back, you're done now
Too turnt, they can't stop this
Hundreds out my pocket
Jump out, tell 'em, "Watch this"
Ain't goin' for no nonsense
This one for my young niggas trappin' for that profit
Woo, woo, woo, woo
(We Love D. Savage)
