Geeked Up Off This Cake

Geeked Up Off This Cake
Here I am, I'm back with another slap
You said I couldn't but I'm back with another clap
808 and the heat of another track
Pep boy taking money, I ain't never coming back
It's trippy, straight trippy
All these boys really really wanna lick me
Can't believe it if you see it
Play your game right boy, you gon' need it
Get higher, oh sire
Bring it back, bring your hoes outta retire
If they kick right, they hired
If they can't pop a bitch they fired

Watcha' say boy, tell me watcha' say
Geeked up off this motherfucking cake
So high you just wanna try
Hit it from the back, my oh my
Geeked up off this cake, geeked up off this cake
Chippy, baby, you know I got the munchies
I take it by the pu*** every time I get hungry
Yummy, you already knew that
You know I'mma take a flight wherever you at
Late night hit me on the hotline
But baby can you twerk it on FaceTime
Sorry, I'm just getting comfortable
Gon' bust it open, let me eat it like a Lunchable
Uh, Bukkweat the creature
If anybody asks say I charge for the feature
Two for the twenty yeah you know I needa' f*** with that
Know a gang of niggas throwing bullets like a quarterback
Never gave a f***, never gave a shit
I ain;t never gave a bitch shit but some good dick
Baby bopped in the blunt, Bacardi in the cup
With Chippy on my side getting kicked outta' clubs
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