Testo Way2Geeked - KANKAN

Way2Geeked

Mmm, I get it
(Welcome to 1st Class)
Hop in the back of the Maybach, the racks on me
Back of the Maybach, you know the racks on me (Oh lord, jetson made another one)
Back of the Maybach, you know I be slidin' in first class
Them niggas fuckin', them niggas be ball cap
Them niggas weird, you know I had to fall back
I spilt the drink, I was slidin' in Hellcat
Walked up inside with like six, I need all that
These niggas bitches, we shoot where his heart at
My niggas slimy, they really be heartless
It’s a switch on this Glock, catch his out the party
(Y'all hangin' out, catch his ass at the- mmm)
(Y'all hangin' out, catch his ass at the party)
Way too geeked out the earth, I departed
I’m skippin' class, give a fuck 'bout a tardy
Really Rich and my racks really retarded
Buy her, she rockin' Chanel like a Barbie
I was rockin' Chrome Heart, the shoes Ed Hardy
I put my ho in some Calvin lil' garnets
And I put the Glock in her Teflar back and the Hellcat slidin' too fast
Y’all take a lil' ass break, y’all niggas, y’all fucked 'cause I’m back in my
bag
Y’all just got out the foreign, my twin, nigga showed me 'bout a hundred racks
Double R PMO
, slidin' on shit, nigga, y’all got the back
Yeah, I just got off the phone Jozizzy, you know (Slayworld soldier),
in the Lamb'
Yeah, if this shit don’t land, I’ma switch up the plan
I flew out of LA, sippin' Wock' in the sand
How the fuck they try to slide? They end up dead
Nigga, I’m sippin' on red, my pockets, they fed, that nigga, he in debt
Hop out the jet in the
, racks on my brother, he rollin' off X
Them niggas lyin', I don’t even wanna hear them lil' ass niggas go around
He keep
, he gettin' money, I ain’t buyin' it, shit be cap
Some of my niggas sign, some of my niggas trap
One of my brothers just swiped a hundred off a app
My brother just hit me on Telegram,
We try to zo on the plane then we takin' you out (Slayworld soldier, phew)
Finna go AP, two-tone (Finna go AP, two-tone)
Recipe Wock', can’t go wrong (Recipe Wock', can’t go wrong)
Fan ass nigga wanna do some'
I hit this ho and then take her home
Twin lost some drink and just hit my phone
Them niggas broke, so we don’t get along (No, we don’t get along, phew)
Them niggas broke, so we don’t get along (Damn)
Look at his pockets, know my money long
He need to just stop it, he cap in his songs
I be the stylist, I’m puttin' that shit on
Marni, Celine, I put Prada my ho
Yeah, I got rich, went and bought me some stones
I know you hear the codeine in my tone
(Bitch ass nigga, fast ho, on the OD, I keep pullin')
(I'm really rich on the double R rollin')
(Ha, ha, double R rollin')
(I'm really rich off the- ha, way too geeked)