Way 2 Geeked Lyrics – 1900Rugrat

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[Chorus]
B!tch I’m way too fried, I got way too geeked
I’m all in the sky, been here for a week
Get them birds gone, I ain’t talking ’bout beats
I been smoking stank, shorty say I reek
B!tch, I’m way too fried, I got way too geeked
He say that I’m taxing, b!tch I ain’t got nothing for cheap
Ain’t no two for ones, you paying one a piece
This a money hat, it’s ’bout only one of thes
19 my fire and 2-3 right with me
B!tch I’m way too fried, I’ve been way too geek
I hit Wafi every time a cracker touch down in the A

B!tch, I’m geeked but your ass might get fried up like fish filet

[Verse]
Yeah, I’m tryna spend some money, I got too much in my bank
TSA looking at me funny, knew the dufflebag stank
That boy shooting at the street, what you beefing with the pavement?
I ain’t never seen you with no paper, what you beefing with the banker?
I take Percs to calm my anger, get ’em gone ain’t lift a finger
B!tch wanna fu*k me at my show, but ma dukes said say no to strangers
Playing with paint just like a layup
Lil’ bro died and fu*ked my day up
Ma dukes had took the pole, what the fu*k she say stay safe for
I ain’t fu*king with you if you weren’t with me on the way up
I don’t take no Addy’s, b!tch I’m off these Percs, it’s hard to stay up
Roll this 3.5 fat as hell, call that b!tch a Dave Blunt
I’m fu*king shawty face, but I ain’t tryna fu*k her lace up
I done hit the, with the, call that bih a lace front
I don’t know what time I’m on, I don’t even gotta say nothing
Back strong as hell, unc’ talking bout his face numb
Walking with my chest high, you got pressure, better say something
I’ve been with them zombies like I’m toting on a ray gun
Flash on the K, diss b!tch blind, it sound like Ray Charles
Call Tate, I need more K’s, troll taking off
Used to pop off on them handlebars like they candy bars
Fine s*it with me, she look something like Remi Ma

Yeah, you put that s*it on, baby, go ‘head, take it off
Yeah, that s*it look good, lil’ mama, go ‘head, take it off
I’m serving the white girl, I ain’t talking ’bout Shake It Off
I’m tryna fu*k on Taylor Swift
Bad chocolate hoe, I think she want vanilla, bih
Something like a pack of cigarettes, we packing hella sticks
If you don’t want no smoke, better stop inhaling it

[Chorus]
B!tch I’m way too fried, I got way too geeked
I’m all in the sky, been here for a week
Get them birds gone, I ain’t talking ’bout beats
I been smoking stank, shorty say I reek
B!tch, I’m way too fried, I got way too geeked
He say that I’m taxing, b!tch I ain’t got nothing for cheap
Ain’t no two for ones, you paying one a piece
This a money hat, it’s ’bout only one of thes
19 my fire and 2-3 right with me
B!tch I’m way too fried, I’ve been way too geek
I hit Wafi every time a cracker touch down in the A
B!tch, I’m geeked but your ass might get fried up like fish filet