Young Thug - Geeked Up lyrics

[Hook] Got a whole thing of molly Don't tell no body Geeked up can't stop it, fall asleep in the lobby Got a whole thing of lean, I don't pop no bean Pull up on the scene, paint it red and green Got a whole bunch of money, got a whole bunch of cash Got a whole bunch of hash, Two hundred on the dash I don't wanna drive fast I don't wanna serve bags Ridin' round with stevie, ain't talkin' bout Nash [Verse 1] I'm creepin' in a motherf**in' crouch [?] Bust it down, hit your avenue and off the sh** Fake bricks don't even know where Slauson is, slash that Where the guns at? I'm hands on with those I don't serve none, its the wrong number Hit my mans phone for those I got brown sugar, you say you want pink toes Got big dimes same size as mentos We still eating that slice, no kimbo This S double M sh** I'm a member I meant member, whats the word, I drank the syrup And I smoke kush thats OG, not Purp [Hook] Got a whole thing of molly Don't tell no body Geeked up can't stop it, fall asleep in the lobby Got a whole thing of lean, I don't pop no bean Pull up on the scene, paint it red and green Got a whole bunch of money, got a whole bunch of cash Got a whole bunch of hash, Two hundred on the dash I don't wanna drive fast I don't wanna serve bags Ridin' round with stevie, ain't talkin' bout Nash [Verse 2] [?] where the move hoe I'm not slim but I'm Dunkin in your hoe, (RIP Doe) On the molly everything is very slow (what the f**) But my heart beating fast as hell yo What the hell done got to me I'm geekin' off [?] sh** I tell her young future watch this I bring it all back inside the pot with it, cooked Amazing f**ing grace All this ice inside my rings you could skate I'm better than crocker with the cake I ain't cookin' on house but the dope taste like steak Blatt [Hook] Got a whole thing of molly Don't tell no body Geeked up can't stop it, fall asleep in the lobby Got a whole thing of lean, I don't pop no bean Pull up on the scene, paint it red and green Got a whole bunch of money, got a whole bunch of cash Got a whole bunch of hash, Two hundred on the dash I don't wanna drive fast I don't wanna serve bags Ridin' round with stevie, ain't talkin' bout Nash