[Intro: Trippie Redd]

(Yeah)

Yeah, yeah

Geeked

(Yeah)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]

Designer my clothes, ha

Designer my hoes, yeah

She throw up the five

'Cause shawty a animal

Eat her up the Hannibal

Go wherever I plan to go

Really she wanna be mine

Movin' quick, but not on my dime

'Bout to go out of town for the week (Yeah)

And I'm ridin' around with a freak (Yeah)

'Bout to turn up a five-star suite

And we roll up the pound, geeked (Geeked)

Wake up, right now, geeked (Geeked)

Turnt up right now, geeked (Yeah)

Went missin', was found, geekеd

Fucked up right now, I'm geeked

Baby, I feel like Saddam, ha

Blowin' shit up likе the bomb, ha

Blood on my goddamn face, huh

Tats on my neck and my arms

Hop in that 'Rari and race, huh

Mama done raised a star

I never cared what they say

Big bag don't go down

[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Fuck out here, y'all bitch niggas

What the fuck up with y'all bitch niggas?

What the fuck wrong with y'all bitch niggas?

I don't play with my own bitch, nigga

I make a statement on my own, bitch nigga

I smoke a J and I Chong, bitch niggas

I point it straight at your dome, bitch nigga

I let it spray like cologne, bitch nigga

I take y'all out like a loan, bitch nigga

Why you outside alone, bitch nigga?

At the top of my lawn, bitch nigga

Lookin' down like a drone, bitch nigga

See bands, get bands, these bands, them bands

Got so much cash, I need spin class

I'm a boss, all I fall on is quicksand

Life threw curveballs, I'm a hit man

Got skulls on my wall, I'm sick, man

I take all of y'all alone like Ip Man

She gon' ride my face, she gon' ride my dick, man

Twin'll ride me like a twin span, woah

Drippin' so hard like swim class, woah

Niggas ain't large, they SlimFast, woah

Niggas ain't hard like tic-tac-toe, woah

Fuck her from the back, give her whiplash, woah

[Verse: Lil Wayne]

House on the hill, I'm a hillbilly

Beatin' that boy, call me Lil' Billy

Cup big as Smalls on 'til I hear Diddy

I'ma Pop Smoke a nigga like a real skillet (Yeah)

If she drop dead gorgeous, I'll still kill it (Yeah)

Yeah, drip so hard, and I'm still spillin' (Yeah)

Truth hurts, yeah, these niggas still healin', yeah

Pimpin' ain't dead long as I'm livin' (Ooh)

Bitch give me head like an aneurysm (Ooh)

Get money, do the math like algorithm (Ooh)

Fuckin' on a bitch cat, that's a cataclysm (Ooh)

And the trunk got the gas, got the ammunition (Ooh)

Nigga pockets on fat, no malnutrition (Ooh)

Niggas standing in the ass like a crack addiction (Ooh)

Nigga blowin' money fast like air condition (Yeah)

Hoo, huh

I'm in here givin' out vodka shots

I got a chopper, but we call it 'Bacca

'Cause I swear that bitch'll go fah-fah-fah (Fah-fah-fah)

I got a house on a beach, I'm a beach bum (Yeah, yeah)

Brown sand, blue with a white boat (Yeah, yeah)

Red dot, black gun, white smoke (Yeah, yeah)

Standin' ten toes down, make 'em tightrope (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]

Designer my clothes, ha

Designer my hoes, yeah

She throw up the five

'Cause shawty a animal

Eat her up the Hannibal

Go wherever I plan to go

Really she wanna be mine

Movin' quick, but not on my dime

'Bout to go out of town for the week (Yeah)

And I'm ridin' around with a freak (Yeah)

'Bout to turn up a five-star suite

And we roll up the pound, geeked (Geeked)

Wake up, right now, geeked (Geeked)

Turnt up right now, geeked (Yeah)

Went missin', was found, geeked

Fucked up right now, I'm geeked

Baby, I feel like Saddam, ha

Blowin' shit up like the bomb, ha

Blood on my goddamn face, huh

Tats on my neck and my arms

Hop in that 'Rari and race, huh

Mama done raised a star

I never cared what they say

Big bag don't go down

[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Fuck out here, y'all bitch niggas

What the fuck up with y'all bitch niggas?

What the fuck wrong with y'all bitch niggas?

I don't play with my own bitch, nigga

I make a statement on my own, bitch nigga

I smoke a J and I Chong, bitch niggas

I point it straight at your dome, bitch nigga

I let it spray like cologne, bitch nigga

I take y'all out like a loan, bitch nigga

Why you outside alone, bitch nigga?

At the top of my lawn, bitch nigga

Lookin' down like a drone, bitch nigga

See bands, get bands, these bands, them bands

Got so much cash, I need spin class

I'm a boss, all I fall on is quicksand

Life threw curveballs, I'm a hit man

Got skulls on my wall, I'm sick, man

I take all of y'all alone like Ip Man

She gon' ride my face, she gon' ride my dick, man

Twin'll ride me like a twin span, woah

Drippin' so hard like swim class, woah

Niggas ain't large, they SlimFast, woah

Niggas ain't hard like tic-tac-toe, woah

Fuck her from the back, give her whiplash, woah

[Outro: Lil Wayne]

Niggas ain't hard like tic-tac-toe, woah

Fuck her from the back, give her whiplash, woah