Geeked Up Young Thug (Ft. Yung LA)

[Chorus: Young LA]
Geeking up with Thug, popping like a cork
These shoes on my feet, you cannot afford
This drink in my cup, I went overboard
[?] got them choppers, shooting at you like a sport
This one here geeked up
This one here geeked up
This one here geeked up
This one here geeked up
This one here geeked up
This one here geeked up
This one here geeked up

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Molly tan sand, I taking pictures of my principal
A foreign class mate, I'mma look her up in literature
I peek up on her desk cause I heard she got a camel toe
I found out she was nothing and she want to fuck my vehicle
Me and lay in presidential suite with fifty fleece
I got a mansion on south beach like I play with the fucking Heat
So many bitches call my phone my ringtone is a beep
And I ain’t never been a Christian but got racks on my feet
Wendy Williams, I’m a charger, Imma slow up
My bitch hot like the sign at Dunkin Donuts
A hundred for a shave, fuck them designer cuts
I got on Ferragamo boxers, these designer nuts