Too geeked, too geeked I been trippin two weeks Too weak, I can't stand I been stuck, But I rallied I just met this bitch in tally In an ally, she sold me some addy Then I popped a xany Sippin on some brandy I'm too turnt now Never gettin burned out Passed out on a leather couch Blunt get passed around Downed a few Blew a bit of money On a couple honeys Never been too hungry But tonight it's sort of funny Always striving on a mission Hella weekends I been sipping I been stickin I been stuck, barely gettin up Get the cup, I poured plenty bruh Never used for no escapes Off an addy for this tape Yeah you better save the date Catch the fade If you ever try to play With my gang I got confidentials put all in the safe Hit you many ways Guest list every week They all pull up for the link Claim you making yourself racks Do you got receipts I just murder beats that I create Ain't that an abortion I been turnt up as of late And I need my boys to pour some I been vibing out, makin all these tracks Count these racks, and I'm goin on the attack Too geeked, too geeked I been trippin two weeks Too weak, I can't stand I been stuck, But I rallied I just met this bitch in tally In an ally, she sold me some addy Then I popped a xany Sippin on some brandy Three lines, three lines Pour it in a fanta Must be a city girl She bad and from Atlanta She lookin for a sugar daddy I'm not santa Told that bitch to kick rocks Now she sniffin rock From what I heard She blacked out on the curb That bitch a bird Greenin out like larry She a redbone Guess she a lobster She a squatter She a percaholic She an alcoholic But she f*ck with me Cause I got the tree Never mids, always pressure That real medical, that cali exotic Got your girl acting erotic Got gold rings on me like Sonic Said I'm broke ain't that ironic I just fucked your girl outside of sonic Fanny pack full of nicotine Black and milds, marlboros, fumes, hydes, and even puffs too Gotta keep the piece on me When selling to you sketchy fiends Might just pop acid to change perspective That bitch trippin, what you a detective You built like professor gadget Bitch always tweaking off the perc and she ratchet This plug was lackin saw his duffel bag and had to snatch it And I didn't even plan it That shit got me on another planet