Way2Geeked lyrics

[Intro]
Hop in the back of the Maybach, mm-hm
Hop in the back of the Maybach, mm-hm
(Welcome to 1st Class)
Look at yo' diamonds, they shinin' and freezin'
Ha, in the back of the Maybach, the racks on me
Back of the Maybach, yeah, the racks on me (Oh lord, jetson made another one)

[Chorus]
Back of the Maybach, you know I be slidin' in first class
Them n*ggas f*ckin', them n*ggas be ball cap
Them n*ggas weird, you know I had to fall back
I spilt the drink, I was slidin' the Hellcat
Walked up inside wit' like six, I need all that
These n*ggas b*tches, we shoot where his heart at
My n*ggas slimy, they really be heartless
It's a switch on this Glock, catch his ass at the party

[Bridge]
Y'all hangin' out, catch his—, mm
Y'all hangin' out, catch his ass at the party

[Verse]
Way too geeked, off the Earth, I departed
I was skippin' class, give a f*ck about a tardy
Really rich, and my racks really retarded
My ho, she rockin' Chanel like a Barbie
I was rockin' Chrome Heart, the shoes Ed Hardy
I put my ho in some Kapital garments
And I put the Glock in her Teflar bag, in the Hellcat, slidin' too fast
Yeah, I took a lil'-ass break, y'all n*ggas, y'all f*cked, 'cause I'm back in my bag
Yeah, I just got off the phone wit' my twin, n*gga showed me 'bout a hunnid racks
Double R, PMO, bro been slidin' on sh*t, n*gga, yeah, I got they back
Yeah, I just got off the phone wit' Jozizzy, you know (Slayworld soldier), 'bout to land, huh
Yeah, and if sh*t don't land, then we switch up the plane
I flew out of L.A., sippin' Wock' in the sand, huh
How the f*ck they tried to slide and they end up dead? (End up dead)
n*gga, I'm sippin' on red, my pockets, they fat, that n*gga, he in debt (That n*gga, he in debt)
Hop off the jet, and I'm countin' up racks wit' my brother, he rollin' off X (Rollin' off X)
These n*ggas lyin', I don't even wanna hear them lil' ass n*ggas go rap
I keep gettin' rich, I ain't tryin'
He ain't gettin' money, he ain't buyin', that sh*t be cap (sh*t be cap)
Some of my n*ggas they signed, some of my n*ggas trap
One of my brothers just swiped a hunnid off a app (Hunnid off a app)
My brother just hit me on Telegram, don't even rap
You try to zoe on the plan, then we takin' you out (Slayworld soldier)
Phew, finna go AP, two-tone (Finna go AP, two-tone)
Rox' up in Wock', can't go wrong (Rox' up in Wock', can't go wrong)
Fan-ass n*gga, I wanna do somethin' (I wanna do somethin')
I hit his ho and then sent her home (Hit her then sent her home)
Twin lost some drank, he just hit my phone (Lost some drank, he just hit my phone)
Them n*ggas broke, so we don't get along (No, we don't get along), phew
Them n*ggas broke (Ha), so we don't get along (Damn)
Look at his pockets, now my money long
He need to just stop it, he cap in his songs (That n*gga cap in his songs)
Don't need a stylist, I'm puttin' that sh*t on (Phew)
Marni, Celine, I put Prada on my ho (Yeah, Prada on my ho)
Yeah, I got rich, went and bought me some stones (Yeah, I just bought me some stones)
I know you hear the codeine in my tone (Ha)
[Outro]
Ha, b*tch-ass n*gga
Fans hope I don't OD, I keep pullin'
I popped a Roxi', you know that it's pullin'
I'm really rich, uh-huh, double R rollin'
Ha, double R sh*t, really rich sh*t
Ha, I'm really rich hope I—
Phew, I'm way too geeked