I'm out my body I'm out my mind I'm in here geeked up geeked up
Geeked up geeked up geeked up
She popped a Perky took two Xannies got
Her in a tweaking
Yeah She tryna come right back my house but I didn't know the reason
Uh I get money shit too light man this shit too easy
Yeah If I leave the house without that fye it's
Gone be cold season
Uh Glock 19 with that X Call of Duty season
If I catch him without that vest then I'm Swiss cheesin'
Yeah I get money get that check this shit every season
Yeah I get money get that check pockets
Never bleedin'
Keep them hunnids on me keep them hunnids
Yea Keep them hunnids on me them hunnids on me they never leave
Yeah that money coming no effort do it in my sleep
So much money pockets full of that feta cheese
Keep my foot up on they necks till them niggas bleed
If I go cold turkey on bread bitch I might just tweak
If bro go cold turkey off the meds he might never sleep
Yeah he might never sleep
I'm on the court bitch I be ballin' yeah I'm in the league
When they start talkin' I let them talk that shit ain't nothin to me
I could've went bust down Diamond but that shit ain't me
They still lame with all that ice them boys super sweet
Yeah he act hard with all that ice that boy sugar tea
I pack him up and get him gone I smoke that boy like weed
Pack him up and get him gone I smoke that boy like weed
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I'm out my body I'm out my mind I'm in here geeked up geeked up
Geeked up geeked up geeked up
She popped a Perky took two Xannies got
Her in a tweaking
Yeah She tryna come right back my house but I didn't know the reason
Uh I get money shit too light man this shit too easy
Yeah If I leave the house without that fye it's
Gone be cold season
Uh Glock 19 with that X Call of Duty season
If I catch him without that vest then I'm Swiss cheesin'
Yeah I get money get that check this shit every season
Yeah I get money get that check pockets
Never bleedin'
Keep them hunnids on me keep them hunnids
Yea Keep them hunnids on me them hunnids on me they never leave
Yeah that money coming no effort do it in my sleep
So much money pockets full of that feta cheese
Keep my foot up on they necks till them niggas bleed
If I go cold turkey on bread bitch I might just tweak
If bro go cold turkey off the meds he might never sleep
Yeah he might never sleep
I'm on the court bitch I be ballin' yeah I'm in the league
When they start talkin' I let them talk that shit ain't nothin to me
I could've went bust down Diamond but that shit ain't me
They still lame with all that ice them boys super sweet
Yeah he act hard with all that ice that boy sugar tea
I pack him up and get him gone I smoke that boy like weed
Pack him up and get him gone I smoke that boy like weed
Geeked up geeked up geeked up
She popped a Perky took two Xannies got
Her in a tweaking
Yeah She tryna come right back my house but I didn't know the reason
Uh I get money shit too light man this shit too easy
Yeah If I leave the house without that fye it's
Gone be cold season
Uh Glock 19 with that X Call of Duty season
If I catch him without that vest then I'm Swiss cheesin'
Yeah I get money get that check this shit every season
Yeah I get money get that check pockets
Never bleedin'
Keep them hunnids on me keep them hunnids
Yea Keep them hunnids on me them hunnids on me they never leave
Yeah that money coming no effort do it in my sleep
So much money pockets full of that feta cheese
Keep my foot up on they necks till them niggas bleed
If I go cold turkey on bread bitch I might just tweak
If bro go cold turkey off the meds he might never sleep
Yeah he might never sleep
I'm on the court bitch I be ballin' yeah I'm in the league
When they start talkin' I let them talk that shit ain't nothin to me
I could've went bust down Diamond but that shit ain't me
They still lame with all that ice them boys super sweet
Yeah he act hard with all that ice that boy sugar tea
I pack him up and get him gone I smoke that boy like weed
Pack him up and get him gone I smoke that boy like weed
Writer: DeKevion Trotter
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