[Chorus: Fat Nick]
Shit, I'm geekin', can't sleep
I'm rollin' off some molly, now, your bitch, she want me
All I drink is lean, won't touch it if its clean
And shorty we can box, but I'd rather tote a beam
Shit, I'm geekin', can't sleep
I'm rollin' off some molly, now, your bitch, she want me
All I drink is lean, won't touch it if its clean
And shorty we can box, but I'd rather tote a beam
[Verse 1: Shakewell]
Tell 'em we can box, but I'm more the type to shank it out
I ain't gotta ask, I know Lifer, he gon' air it out
You say you need gas, but your pockets filled with air
Without a doubt, you be the lamest type of crumb your bitch complain about
Shaker be the man up in the mink she said don't worry 'bout
Cali' baby, made me, all this sauce, I'm 'boutta end the drought
Man good in the street, independent, y'all can keep the clout
Every other month, 'nother hundred I ain't signin' bout
Stick came with a stock, watch me up my pump
AR with a beam, it gon' melt you like a bump
Talkin' ain't gon' rock, nah, bitch, I came to roll
Treat 'em like a band, just keep poppin' off it slow (Pop out, sip!)
[Chorus: Fat Nick]
Shit, I'm geekin', can't sleep
I'm rollin' off some molly, now, your bitch, she want me
All I drink is lean, won't touch it if its clean
And shorty we can box, but I'd rather tote a beam
Shit, I'm geekin', can't sleep
I'm rollin' off some molly, now, your bitch, she want me
All I drink is lean, won't touch it if its clean
And shorty we can box, but I'd rather tote a beam
Shit, I'm geekin', can't sleep
I'm rollin' off some molly, now, your bitch, she want me
All I drink is lean, won't touch it if its clean
And shorty we can box, but I'd rather tote a beam
Shit, I'm geekin', can't sleep
I'm rollin' off some molly, now, your bitch, she want me
All I drink is lean, won't touch it if its clean
And shorty we can box, but I'd rather tote a beam
[Verse 1: Shakewell]
Tell 'em we can box, but I'm more the type to shank it out
I ain't gotta ask, I know Lifer, he gon' air it out
You say you need gas, but your pockets filled with air
Without a doubt, you be the lamest type of crumb your bitch complain about
Shaker be the man up in the mink she said don't worry 'bout
Cali' baby, made me, all this sauce, I'm 'boutta end the drought
Man good in the street, independent, y'all can keep the clout
Every other month, 'nother hundred I ain't signin' bout
Stick came with a stock, watch me up my pump
AR with a beam, it gon' melt you like a bump
Talkin' ain't gon' rock, nah, bitch, I came to roll
Treat 'em like a band, just keep poppin' off it slow (Pop out, sip!)
[Chorus: Fat Nick]
Shit, I'm geekin', can't sleep
I'm rollin' off some molly, now, your bitch, she want me
All I drink is lean, won't touch it if its clean
And shorty we can box, but I'd rather tote a beam
Shit, I'm geekin', can't sleep
I'm rollin' off some molly, now, your bitch, she want me
All I drink is lean, won't touch it if its clean
And shorty we can box, but I'd rather tote a beam
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