Fotrill - Way2Geeked Lyrics

(Uh, uh, alright)
(Fotrill!)
What you mean, got bands up in my jeans
I make em scream, grab the mic and do my thing
Been up for weeks, I ain't even sleep
Off a bean, I be way too geeked
Blowin' gas, I'm rollin' sticky, by the pound and this shit stink
I could tell she gettin' freaky, slide it back, recline my seat
Rockin' thousand dollar shoes, like nothin' that I do discreet
Drop the top, it's turbocharged, I'm whippin' foreigns down the street
Got lots of racks, I been countin' blue and green
This bitch bad, we gon' have to reconvene
Off the gas, smokin' till' I can't even breathe
In my bag, I been at it since 15
You ain't nothin' like me get your bands up
Took his bitch, I made him throw a tantrum
Money big and green, I'm Bruce Banner
Hit the stage, I got 'em throwin' hands up
I got jewelry flashin' like a camera
Four door Rolls, bitch, I'm in a Phantom
We so fly, I know that they can't stand us
Pockets heavy, I can't keep my pants up
You can try it, but you ain't never gonna keep up with this flow
Pants came overseas from Italy and both my wrists on froze
Seen him think he do this shit the way I do it, he ain't close
Flawless diamonds on me, water like they came off of the coast
Think you poppin, heard that last single you dropped, that shit's a joke
I stay higher than a bird, but never played 'round with my nose
Raise my glass and I say cheers for all these rappers that be toast
All that shit you rock fugazy, I think everybody knows
What you mean, got bands up in my jeans
I make em scream, grab the mic and do my thing
Been up for weeks, I ain't even sleep
Off a bean, I be way too geeked
Blowin' gas, I'm rollin' sticky, by the pound and this shit stink
I can tell she gettin' freaky, slide it back, recline my seat
Rockin' thousand dollar shoes, like nothin' that I do discreet
Drop the top, it's turbocharged, I'm whippin' foreigns down the street