Geeky lyrics

[Intro]
(What the f*ck going on, Maajins?)
I got a whole lotta drugs, yeah
I gotta' whole lotta- yeah, yeah
Yeah I gotta' whole lotta drugs

[Chorus]
Yeah big body riding on forgis I can't even stay in my lane
She said "Is you little Donny'?" b*tch, I got whole lotta names
Ever since I got some guap this sh*t ain't been feelin' the same
My n*ggas gon' stretch this b*tch, on god, I'm talking blowing the brains (Yeah)

[Verse]
Copped it cause I feel like swervin'
Bentley Bentayga I blacked that ho out I'm upset it didn't come with the curtains
Alexander McQueen and Raf Simmons on me, all these flashing lights making me nervous
Whеn I hop in that SRT and you hear that engine skrt' off b*tch I did it on purposе
'Cause I been geeked (Geeky)
Lil b*tch I be turnt' up
That young n*gga cooked, that n*gga get fried, that n*gga get burnt up
I be geeky
Lil b*tch I get turnt' up
That n*gga cooked, that young n*gga fried, that n*gga get burnt (skrt)
I'm having sh*t how about you? (go)
I'm having sh*t how about you? (yeah)
I'm having it how about you? (yeah)
I'm having sh*t how about you? (yeah)
My n*ggas pull up and recruit (yeah)
Your n*ggas gon' R.I.P. you (yeah yeah)
Having sh*t how about you? (yeah yeah)
Yeah I'm having it how about you? (geeky)
I got me a b in the back of my drum and the front of my cash in my lap
What the f*ck is you meaning by that?
Boy be careful you pullin up thinkin' bout' that
When I got to Atlanta we straighten you out this is not just a Glock its a teaming attached
In L.A. with the team in the back
I just turned to New York the down Biggy was bad
b*tch I'm slimey as f*ck in the cut
Dior jacket on me I'm in the love with the za
I been clutching so long, I been clutching so long
I just told all my n*ggas I been hoping they try it
I just popped me a Perc', now I'm feeling excited
They know Donny is flashy, I see it, I buy it
Off, buy it
b*tch, excuse me, I'm high as a pilot (Skrrt)
b*tch, I just touched down in Houston and I'm sippin' Wockhardt
I got these b*tches calling my phone they tryna lock hearts
I can not talk to these b*tches 'cause I'm off an edible, edible
Shawty been waiting so long, put that b*tch on my schedule, scheddy
I just bought a scat, bust that b*tch with diamonds
I need my sh*t on timing
Every time that smile, this b*tch is a glacier, b*tch, yeah, I'm changing the climate
And these n*ggas just hate on me like its a play or something double his pockets
[Chorus]
Yeah big body riding on forgis I can't even stay in my lane
She said "Is you little Donny'?" b*tch, I got whole lotta names
Ever since I got some guap this sh*t ain't been feelin' the same
My n*ggas gon' stretch this b*tch, on god, I'm talking blowing the brains (Yeah)