Queso - Geekin'

Niggas know me and they know I be geekin
I keep a ski mask boy you know I Be creepin
Addicted to money you know I Be feenin
Sipping that actavis boy I be Leaning
My wrist is so shiny you know I Be blinging
Remember them days when a Youngin was dreaming
I went to achieve it y’all didn’t believe it
I chased a bag now y’all mad that I’m greedy
I had to have it I know that I Need it
Bad little bih and you know that She freakin
I hit her one time then she Turned to a demon
That pussy be creamy
That pussy be leakin
She loving my drip
My chain it be gleaming
My ears they be shining
My wrist it be freezing
I change my swagger like God Change the seasons
My niggas they itchin just give Them a reason
Strapped with .380s
They will get to squeezing
Acting real tough
But He left the scene screamin
Hand on his heart like he pledging allegiance
But really he focused on tryna Stop bleeding
What was he doing what was he Thinking
Over a slut
You committed that treason
You was my brother
I swear and I mean it
All that fake love
I don’t want you can keep it
Anyways, Back to the money I’m Scheming
Used to sleep on the couch
Now my mattress is heated
Look at my steez
I swear I can’t teach it
My sauce got a recipe
Pay me to see it
My bands keep increasing
It come while I’m sleeping
Thick little bih just
Came over this weekend
She call me Mike Jack
Cause she like how I beat it
I told her come see me
She know where to meet me
(Meet meeee)
Geekin
Geekin
Geekin (yeah, yeah)
Geekin (yeah, yeah)
Geekin (yeah, yeah)
Geekin (yeah, yeah)
Geekin (yeah, yeah)
Yeah
Shot in the head now that boy
Milly rock
Yeah I was servin them pounds
Them rerroccs
Run up on me you know I keep Glocks
I shoot them sticks
Straight at ya top
Lookin at Ques
He ain’t finna stop
In the red dodge boy
I’m doin da dash
You know I’m the plug
I got all of the gas
Cherry pie kush
What you need I got bags
Yeah I got bags
Yeah I got sacs
Your bitch wanna fuck me
Because of them racks
I told her relax
Baby just chill
I’m focused on money
Til I get a mil
Or I get a deal
That’s how I feel
I popped a pill
I pour the lean
Inside the faygo
That’s how my day go
I got them killers
You know they on payroll
They do what i say so
You better duck
You better lay low
Counting them pesos
Niggas want beef
I give him a halo
Yeah, Hmm
Geekin
Geekin
Geekin
Geekin
Geekin
Geekin
I been geekin
(I been geekin)
Listen
Woke up this morning
Prayed to the Lord
Had to chase the bag
Gotta get the dough
Ran to the money
Ran so fast
Ran to the money
I need all of the cash
That’s facts
Me and my bro was at the stu
Oz on the engineer
He know just what to do
Cooking up these songs
Like we cooking up some stew
If you keep on hating
End up on the news
(Oh he dead now)
And your mama crying
Confused
And i got this ice
And i got the juice
Pour that henny in my cup
And mix it up
Roll the dope
Smoke it up
I’m high as fuck
(Roll it up)
Geekin
Geekin
Geekin
I’m Geekin Geekin Geekin
Geekin Geekin Geekin
Yeah

Written by:
Marques Sullivan

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