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reup tray - geekin lyrics

[hook: reup tray]
yeah, reup , double up, double up
geekin’, geekin’, i be geekin’ out my mind
all these racks, all this cash, all i see is dollar signs
bussdown patek for the wrist, i can’t even tell the time
put extendo in my clip, got me ridin’ round with my nine
yeah, geekin’, geekin’, i be geekin’ out my mind
all these racks, all this cash, all i see is dollar signs
bussdown patek for the wrist, i can’t even tell the time
put extendo in my clip, got me ridin’ round my nine

[verse 1: reup tray]
yeah, i got haters don’t even know, out here tryin’ steal my shine
i’m a real one, that’s fasho, yeah, you know, one of a kind
got some youngins that’s on go, quick to shoot columbine
got a brown skin, bad b+tch, look like rubi rose, she fine
i’m a geek boy, sip on mud, count up blue strips with my cuz
turn that lil’ boy into dust, it ain’t nothin’ to get you touched
can’t be f+cked with, don’t make me shut down these lil’ rappers, buzz
still no deal, way hotter than these weirdos ever was
i’m a trapper with that scale, makin’ sales, all i know
pass me a zip, cherry gelatos, extoic weed, all i smoke
don’t compare me to no rappers, all them other n+ggas some jokes
spent more money than all them n+ggas, for designer head to toe, yeah

[hook: reup tray]
geekin’, geekin’, i be geekin’ out my mind
all these racks, all this cash, all i see is dollar signs
bussdown patek for the wrist, i can’t even tell the time
put extendo in my clip, got me ridin’ round my nine, yeah
geekin’, geekin’, i be geekin’ out my mind
all these racks, all this cash, all i see is dollar signs
bussdown patek for the wrist, i can’t even tell the time
put extendo in my clip, got me ridin’ round my nine, yeah
[verse 2: quez4real]
i’m down with the pills, i’m down with the lean
these n+ggas ain’t for real, we livin’ the n+gga dream
same price you buy your bag, same price i spend on my jeans
my country boy come every other week to buy this weed
them drugs got me paranoid
hunnids inside my pack, whatever you want, you know i’m payin’ for it
i had a good day, inside of the spot, give the extras to the landlord
f+ck up all of your sheets, inside of your bed, even f+ck up the headboard
i make her beg for it
it’s a sticky situation, gotta play it tough
gotta be bringin’ somethin’ to the table if you wanna f+ck with us
i can count on one hand how many n+ggas i really trust
i can pull that old money out my closet and blow all the dust

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