Geeked up (freestyle) lyrics

[Chorus]
I'm smoking on that gas
b*tch you know I'm geeked up
Come and get yo b*tch
Cause that hoe's tryna link up
I'm not f*cking with the opps
Look like them n*ggas teamed up
Got a hundred in this chop
Might have to put the beam up
And i'm walkin round with mobs
Look like i'm tryna clean up
I been feining for the guap
You walking with a lean gut
You ain't even got no bands
Put them designer jeans up
How them n*ggas be so fast
But they be tryna make mud

[verse 1]
I cut off a couple hoes tryna talk to me again
I don't even know that b*tch
But she keep calling me her friend
I be talkin to the plug
He said he got a different strain
I don't even wanna talk
If it ain't about no dividends
[verse 2]
Everytime i get some money
That sh*t make me hit my dance
I took a trip to Iran
f*cked your b*tch then I ran
I put your b*tch in a trance
Now she calling me again
b*tch im rich, suck my di*k
Im that sh*t, yes i am

[Chorus]
I'm smoking on that gas
b*tch you know I'm geeked up
Come and get yo b*tch
Cause that hoe's tryna link up
I'm not f*cking with the opps
Look like them n*ggas teamed up
Got a hundred in this chop
Might have to put the beam up
And i'm walkin round with mobs
Look like i'm tryna clean up
I been feining for the guap
You walking with a lean gut
You ain't even got no bands
Put them designer jeans up
How them n*ggas be so fast
But they be tryna make mud