Текст песни
Geekin', geekin'
Club going up on a Tuesday
But it feel like a weekend
I'm the sun coming up in the morning
The moon in the evening
I rise from the ash like a phoenix-
Or a demon
Like, what do you need, though?
This shit too easy, it's feeling like free throws
I lay the wood down like we at a Home Depot
Keep it neat rows
I bet that I hit it, I'm feeling like Pete Rose
Brick like a kilo
Why when I hop on a track-
Brothers triggered and trying to bounce like they checks?
I'm feeling like Aaron Rodgers in Balenciagas if he went to the Jets
Polo logo on the sweats
Wear the bear, like her chest
Shit get intense
Like going camping, getting fucked in a tent
I'm speaking with Logic, I'm showing respect
Be like the rain, fall down when you see me arrive
John Wick, carry my dogs on my chain
Parabellum, hearing shots from behind
RJ, but it's big, fuck a nine
Catch and shoot it, call me Tatum, wait up
I been cooking like gravy and mashed potatoes, get your plate up
Before you get served, pay up
Before you get worked, pay up
Before you get burned, pray up
I met a girl at the bar the other night
And she built like Jayda Wayda
I got the hits like baseball players
Go to home base, I'm gone with the win
Every time I smoke I solve my problems
I guess you could say they gone with the wind
I just been sipping that Taylor Port for like an hour
I'm starting to get loose
I walk in the studio and I see Aidan
I ask him "what's on the menu?"
He show me some beats, I'm ready feast
Been up for a day and I ain't even eat
They do it for cheap, I do it for free
Like a raw a verse ain't nothin' to me
It's all fun and it's all words till a fuck n***a tries to compete
I'm on they ass like habaneros or a two-door with the heated seats