1900Rugrat - Way 2 Geeked [Official Video]

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LYRICS: B*tch I'm way too fried, I got way too geeked I'm all in the sky, been here for a week Get them birds gone, I ain't talking bout beats I been smoking stank, shorty say I reek Bitch I'm way too fried, I got way too geeked He say that I’m taxing, b*tch I ain't got nothing for cheap Ain't no two for ones, you paying one a piece This a money hat, it's bout only one of these G19 my fire, and 2 3 right with me B*tch I'm way too fried I’ve been way too geek I hit Wafi every time a cr*cker touch down in the A B*tch I’m geeked but your a** might get fried up like fish filet Verse Y'all I'm tryna spend some money, I got too much in my bank TSA lookin' at me funny, knew the dufflebag stank That boy shootin' at the street, what you beefin' with the pavement? I ain't never seen you with no paper, what you beefin' with the banker? I take percs to calm my anger, get em gone ain't lift a finger B*tch wanna f*ck me at my show but my dukes said say no strangers Playin with paint just like a layup Lil' bro died and f*cked my day up Ma dukes had took the pole what the f*ck she say, stay safe for I ain't f*ckin' with you if you werent with me on the way up I don't take no addys, bitch I'm off these percs, its hard to stay up Roll this 3.5 fat as hell, call that b*tch a Dave Blunt I'm f*ckin' shawty face but I ain't tryna f*ck her lace up I den hit the… with the… call that b*tch a lace front I don’t know what time I'm on, I don't even gotta say nothing Back strong as hell, Unc talkin' bout his face numb Walkin' with my chest high, you got pressure better say something I’ve been with them zombies like I'm toting on a ray gun Flash on the K, diss b*tch blind, it sound like Ray Charles Call Tate, I need more K's, troll taking off Used to pop off on them handlebars like they candy bars Fine sh*t with me, she look something like Remi Ma Yeah you put that sh*t on, baby well gon' head take it off Yeah, that sh*t look good, mama, go ahead, take it off I'm selling the white girl, I ain't talm bout Shake It Off I'm tryna fuck on Taylor Swift Bad Chocolate h*e, I think she want vanilla, b*tch Something like a pack of cigarettes, we packin' hella sticks If you don't want no smoke, better stop inhaling it B*tch I'm way too fried, I got way too geeked I'm all in the sky, been here for a week

Get them birds gone, I ain't talking bout beats I been smoking stank, shorty say I reek Bitch I'm way too fried, I got way too geeked He say that I’m taxing, b*tch I ain't got nothing for cheap Ain't no two for ones, you paying one apiece This a money hat, it's bout only one of these G19 my fire, and 2 3 right with me B*tch I'm way too fried I’ve been way too geek I hit Wafi every time a cr*cker touch down in the A B*tch I’m geeked but your a** might get fried up like fish filet