Tunka, Ky Porter - Geekd Up 3 lyrics
[Tunka, Ky Porter - Geekd Up 3 lyrics]
Huncho
Man I'm geeked, geeked, geeked
Geeked, geeked, geeked, geeked, Geeked
Up, Up, Up, Up, Up, Up, Up
Man I'm geeked, geeked, geeked
Geeked, geeked, geeked, geeked, Geeked
Up, Up, Up, Up, Up, Up, Up
I ain't never slippin'
'Cause that ain't part of the mission
Shawty must be trippin'
Shawty must be stupid
Hold on, shout out that Huncho
He had too hop on part 3
And I ain't with that girl no more
But she still call me papi (let's go)
Let's go and hop in a lambo
Baby let's speed up this tempo
Back off me shawty, 'cause
You not my shawty
Lil' baby you already know that
Lil' mama a sprinter but she
Can never run around me, I am a new track
Ring around the rosie, that girl is not valid
I pass it to my homies
It's his timе to have it
I push her to the sidеlines
That girl kept on trippin'
That girl kept trippin'
She battlin' her demons battlin her demons
'cause that girl keep on feenin'
Man I feel like Keenan
'cause I just keep on plottin'
Rub my hands like Birdman like
I am up to somethin' that girl is suburban
But she wanna try out chocolate
Man I'm geeked, geeked, geeked
Geeked, geeked, geeked, geeked, Geeked
Up, Up, Up, Up, Up, Up, Up
Man I'm geeked, geeked, geeked
Geeked, geeked, geeked, geeked, Geeked
Up, Up, Up, Up, Up, Up, Up
I ain't never slippin'
'Cause that ain't part of the mission
Shawty must be trippin'
Shawty must be stupid
Hold on, shout out that Huncho
He had too hop on part 3
And I ain't with that girl no more
But she still call me papi
Yea, yea, yea, lets go
This is part 3, where the fuck is part 2 at?
You know I'm with the gang
Where the fuck is your boo at?
It's so many opps in this motherfucker
Niggas- out and I don't where to shoot at
Ok I'm back in this motherfucker let
Me talk down to niggas speed
Ky and Tunka finna drop the hardest
Tape and these niggas better heed
Speed of in a SRT
No face, no case, I forgot my ski
And the way that niggas be duckin' me
You think these niggas from Oregon
Free my brodie, he locked down for extortion
Bro caught a body he might just record it
Put it on Snapchat
Snapchat filter gon' cover it out
The way that I shoot I
Might fuck up these scouts
These niggas sweet undercover gay
Put the ice on the water and watch it skate
And they got me mad as hell
Send that boy to Neptune he
Might just met Pharrell
Major clientele I'm havin' shit
Out the regular niggas turkey the way these
Bullets gone stuff em', Nigga got me geeked
Man I'm geeked, geeked, geeked
Geeked, geeked, geeked, geeked, Geeked
Up, Up, Up, Up, Up, Up, Up
Man I'm geeked, geeked, geeked
Geeked, geeked, geeked, geeked, Geeked
Up, Up, Up, Up, Up, Up, Up
Man I'm geeked, geeked, geeked
Geeked, geeked, geeked, geeked, Geeked
Up, Up, Up, Up, Up, Up, Up
Man I'm geeked, geeked, geeked
Geeked, geeked, geeked, geeked, Geeked
Up, Up, Up, Up, Up, Up, Up
I ain't never slippin'
'Cause that ain't part of the mission
Shawty must be trippin'
Shawty must be stupid
Hold on, shout out that Huncho
He had too hop on part 3
And I ain't with that girl no more
But she still call me papi (let's go)
Let's go and hop in a lambo
Baby let's speed up this tempo
Back off me shawty, 'cause
You not my shawty
Lil' baby you already know that
Lil' mama a sprinter but she
Can never run around me, I am a new track
Ring around the rosie, that girl is not valid
I pass it to my homies
It's his timе to have it
I push her to the sidеlines
That girl kept on trippin'
That girl kept trippin'
She battlin' her demons battlin her demons
'cause that girl keep on feenin'
Man I feel like Keenan
'cause I just keep on plottin'
Rub my hands like Birdman like
I am up to somethin' that girl is suburban
But she wanna try out chocolate
Man I'm geeked, geeked, geeked
Geeked, geeked, geeked, geeked, Geeked
Up, Up, Up, Up, Up, Up, Up
Man I'm geeked, geeked, geeked
Geeked, geeked, geeked, geeked, Geeked
Up, Up, Up, Up, Up, Up, Up
I ain't never slippin'
'Cause that ain't part of the mission
Shawty must be trippin'
Shawty must be stupid
Hold on, shout out that Huncho
He had too hop on part 3
And I ain't with that girl no more
But she still call me papi
Yea, yea, yea, lets go
This is part 3, where the fuck is part 2 at?
You know I'm with the gang
Where the fuck is your boo at?
It's so many opps in this motherfucker
Niggas- out and I don't where to shoot at
Ok I'm back in this motherfucker let
Me talk down to niggas speed
Ky and Tunka finna drop the hardest
Tape and these niggas better heed
Speed of in a SRT
No face, no case, I forgot my ski
And the way that niggas be duckin' me
You think these niggas from Oregon
Free my brodie, he locked down for extortion
Bro caught a body he might just record it
Put it on Snapchat
Snapchat filter gon' cover it out
The way that I shoot I
Might fuck up these scouts
These niggas sweet undercover gay
Put the ice on the water and watch it skate
And they got me mad as hell
Send that boy to Neptune he
Might just met Pharrell
Major clientele I'm havin' shit
Out the regular niggas turkey the way these
Bullets gone stuff em', Nigga got me geeked
Man I'm geeked, geeked, geeked
Geeked, geeked, geeked, geeked, Geeked
Up, Up, Up, Up, Up, Up, Up
Man I'm geeked, geeked, geeked
Geeked, geeked, geeked, geeked, Geeked
Up, Up, Up, Up, Up, Up, Up