Geek’d Up

Lyrics

[Chorus: D. Savage & Ty Dolla $ign] Pour that lean 'til I'm sleep (Pour that lean 'til I'm sleep) I get geeked up every week (I get geeked up every week) She's so fresh, she's on fleek (She's so fresh, she's on fleek) Air Force 1s got no crease Yeah, we geek up 'til the sun out She chillin' with her buns out I'm rich, I got them funds now Throwin' all the ones, yeah Walk around with a loaded drum, feeling like Sadam now I've been geeked up, having fun, but I'm back, you're done now Too turnt, they can't stop this Hundreds out my pocket Jump out, tell 'em, "Watch this" Ain't goin' for no nonsense This one for my young niggas trapping for that profit (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign] Yeah, she chillin with her buns out, baby keep on poonin' me Tellin' me I'm the only one, but this bitch ain't fooling me Every time I come out the house, huh, bitch, I keep my tool with me This one for the snots, huh, long live my nigga Chris King Wockiana, I just can't sip anything Rock Milano, fly your bitch to Italy All black everything, my bitch dress just like me Two-fifty for the verse, for Savage, just for free [Chorus: D Savage] Pour that lean 'til I'm sleep (Pour that lean 'til I'm sleep) I get geeked up every week (I get geeked up every week) She's so fresh, she's on fleek (She's so fresh, she's on fleek) Air Force 1s got no crease Yeah, we geek up 'til the sun out She chillin' with her buns out I'm rich, I got them funds now Throwin' all the ones, yeah Walk around with a loaded drum, feeling like Sadam now I've been geeked up, having fun, but I'm back, you're done now Too turnt, they can't stop this Hundreds out my pocket Jump out, tell 'em, "Watch this" Ain't goin' for no nonsense This one for my young niggas trapping for that profit [Verse 2: D Savage] None of us on dope dealing Shooters in my section Strapped up in the function Two guns on me bustin' Rich and they can't fathom Bitch, we from West Adams I get high off gun smoke, you don't want no cancer Make that niggas strip butt-naked like a dancer My star painted two-tone White gold, rose gold Link up with some bad hoes Christian Dior raincoat Unchained like Django Ain't no place I can't go Geeked up, got my mind gone I'm inside with some shades on [Chorus: D Savage] Pour that lean 'til I'm sleep (Pour that lean 'til I'm sleep) I get geeked up every week (I get geeked up every week) She's so fresh, she's on fleek (She's so fresh, she's on fleek) Air Force 1s got no crease Yeah, we geek up 'til the sun out She chillin' with her buns out I'm rich, I got them funds now Throwin' all the ones, yeah Walk around with a loaded drum, feeling like Sadam now I've been geeked up, having fun, but I'm back, you're done now Too turnt, they can't stop this Hundreds out my pocket Jump out, tell 'em, "Watch this" Ain't goin' for no nonsense This one for my young niggas trapping for that profit [Outro: Ty Dolla $ign] Woo, woo, woo, woo (We Love D. Savage)