I'm not getting geeked I'm getting lost
I wrap em up I ship em up I'm like a boss
Can't see the cloud that I'm on
Got a bad a** b**h from New York
Smoke kush I can't f** with Newports
In a foreign coupe k**ing n***a no insurance
I'm the realest I can show you how to do this
Smoking drinking penicillin deadest n***a living
b**h you know I'm in it
Mercedes Benz got lady friends
They'll do a n***a
They some who*es n***a
I let my boys in em
Feeling like that n***a
I feel like that n***a
n***a tried to jack my swag I'm feeling this n***a
But b**hes know you ain't young carti I'm telling you n***a
Damn
I'm not getting geeked I'm getting lost
[verse 2]
Hunned thousand b**hes boy you know we get it
You stalking all these hoes you pay no attention
Im counting c-notes
Can't smoke no rello's cause im different
Im working my wrists
Fillet me on with your b**h
Ill pipe her down with the dick
She calm me down with the head when im still in that work
My phone chirping like a b**h
I spilled lean on my shirt
Im out here grinding shawdy while your n***as pockets are hurt
Before my hoe says carti she better say sir
Its money to be made
Can't a n***a face
All she do is face
Yellow diamonds keep a hoe thirsty like lemonade
Its money to be made
Getting topped up in the coupe
She loose
My sprite mixed up with goop
Im loose
You f**ed that? b**h me too