Young Thug – Geek’d Up Lyrics

[Intro]
Ferrari Smash
Yeah
I’m geeked on molly, don’t tell nobody
Young Thug [?]
I’m too much [?]
Woah, woah

[Chorus]
Got a whole thing of molly (And what?)
Don’t tell nobody (Shhh)
Geeked up, can’t stop it (I’m geeked)
Fall asleep in the lobby (I’m sleep)
Got a whole thing of lean (Lean), I don’t pop no bean (Uh-uh)
Pull up on the scene (Then what?), paint it red and green (Blatt)
Got a whole bunch of money (Money)
Got a whole bunch of cash (Fucked up)
Got a whole bunch of hash (And what?), 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, blatt

[Verse 1]
I’m creepin’ in the motherfuckin’ crowd
Kid play, send [?] to [?] (Blatt, blatt)
Bust it down, hit your avenue and off the shit (Ah, ah, move)
Fake bricks don’t even know where Slauson is (Haha), slash that (Fuck you mean?)
Where the guns at? I’m hands on with those (Blatt)
And I don’t serve none, it’s the wrong number
Hit my man phone for those
I got brown sugar, you say you want pink toes (Want pink toes)
Got big dimes same size as mentos (Big dimes)
We still eating that slice, no Kimbo (Kimbo)
This S double M shit, I’m a membo (I’m a membo)
I meant member, what’s the word? I drank the syrup
And I smoke kush, that’s OG, not Pizzurp (Blatt)

[Chorus]
Got a whole thing of molly (And what?)
Don’t tell nobody (Shhh)
Geeked up, can’t stop it (I’m geeked)
Fall asleep in the lobby (I’m sleep)
Got a whole thing of lean (Lean), I don’t pop no bean (Uh-uh)
Pull up on the scene (Then what?), paint it red and green (Blatt)
Got a whole bunch of money (Money)
Got a whole bunch of cash (Fucked up)
Got a whole bunch of hash (And what?), 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, blatt

[Verse 2]
Ask her nicely, “What the move is, ho?
I ain’t Slim, but I’m dunkin’ in your ho, (RIP doe)
On the molly, everything is very slow (What the fuck?)
But my heart beating fast as hell, yo (Oh my gosh)
What the hell done got to me? (Ion know)
I’m geekin’ off motherfuckin’ profit shit (Trippin’, Thug)
I turned to tell Young Future, tell ’em, “Watch this” (Ayy, watch, watch)
I bring it all back inside the pot with it (Woah, woah), cooked
Amazing fucking Grace (Oh my god)
All this ice inside my rings, you could skate (You could skate)
I’m better than crocker with the cake (I ain’t cookin’)
I ain’t cookin’ on house, but the dope taste like steak (Steakhouse)
Blatt

[Chorus]
Got a whole thing of molly (And what?)
Don’t tell nobody (Shhh)
Geeked up, can’t stop it (I’m geeked)
Fall asleep in the lobby (I’m sleep)
Got a whole thing of lean (Lean), I don’t pop no bean (Uh-uh)
Pull up on the scene (Then what?), paint it red and green (Blatt)
Got a whole bunch of money (Money)
Got a whole bunch of cash (Fucked up)
Got a whole bunch of hash (And what?), 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, blatt