Crazy CRE – GEEK PACC Lyrics

GEEK PACC – Crazy CRE Lyrics

(Woah, what the fuck?) Mmmm

Mmmm

(That backpack)

Let them know that I'm tweakin'

Full blown off this weed, yeah, I'm geekin'

Don't they know that I'm mo'fuckin' tweakin'?

Off that Summer Pack, yeah, I'm fuckin' geekin'

Got that shit, now we geekin' off this shit

Smoking too much blunt, now we leavin' with my shit

Why they always gotta be like, "What's goin' on?"

Why they always gotta be like, "How you doin' man?"

Yeah, I'm always geekin', bitch, I'm off that geek pack

I'm not sober in this bitch, I will be geekin' 'till I last

How you gon' ask me for money when you said my shit was trash?

I got my money to skyrocket just because I ran this track

Woah, what the fuck

Pass me that pack, that geek pack

Yo, I really can't fuck with these kids no more, bro

They be takin' my shit, but they don't earn it just to get that

Man, what the fuck you talkin' 'bout?

You told me, "stay right now"

All you did was chase some clout, and never touched a thou'

Big diamonds on my wrist, these bitches saying, "wow!"

Big diamonds on my wrist, they really asking, "how?"

I could a be a founding father

You know my diamonds brighter

I'm a lover, not a fighter

Take your ass back to Wakanda

(Geek, geek, hrr, hrrr)

On some davey shit, I had to let the beat breathe to fuck it up

Poured the fuckin' Wocky out the bathy, then I ate the cup

I just got the Wocky and the Sprite, who got the double cup?

3.5 in this blunt, this bitch a Devil Dex

Yeah, off that geek pack, they geek pack

Way I touch it, damn, bitch, you know that I'ma need that

Got a lot of , in the bathen, while my pockets fat

Sleepin' on my cheese, countin' Zs, your bitch hollerin'

I'm just countin' this cheese

All of the ice that's on me, uh

Yeah, I've been so high I can't breathe

Then, I hop in the class, I might pee

Oh yeah, I get the cash, I'm a king

Oh, yeah, I live the life, live the dream

Man, what the fuck you talkin' 'bout?

You told me, "stay right now"

All you did was chase some clout, and never touched a thou'

Big diamonds on my wrist, these bitches saying, "wow!"

Big diamonds on my wrist, they really asking, "how?"

I could a be a founding father

You know my diamonds brighter

I'm a lover, not a fighter

Take your ass back to Wakanda

I got big off my challenges, feel like a Gallagher

Flow state is what I'm in right now, I'm not no Charmander

I could do what I want, and still don't give no fucks

Got infected with poison in the back of this truck, huh

Woah, woah, yeah, this foreign has it packed

If you don't like it, give a pat on the back

Zylo was a trackstar, ran the fuck out this track

I'm tryna get high, hand me that geek pack

Yeah, I'm always geekin', bitch, I'm off that geek pack

I'm not sober in this bitch, I will be geekin' 'till I last

How you gon' ask me for money when you said my shit was trash?

I got my money to skyrocket just because I ran this track

My twin just got the blakk

I heard your shit was whack

All we do is talk facts, and you just speak some cap

Where the fuck your racks, do you always lack?

You said you were rich, why you eatin' at a shack?

This a 'Rari, not a Cat

If you snitch, you're a rat

Since there was no turning back, all you hear is click-clack

Why they always gotta be like, "What's goin'' on?"

Why they always gotta be like, "How you doin' man?"

Said I'm done with the dumb bitches always asking for my money

Said I ain't got no fucking bread for you

Why the fuck they always wanna take my dough?

Oh fuck, I'm just geeked, geeked

I've been geeked up for way too long

Why the fuck you comin' 'round, what the fuck is on?

I don't really care 'bout that stupid shit, bitch

Why the fuck you think your pussy gonna get dicked down?

Stop comin' 'round with that stupid shit

St-stop comin' 'round with the dumb shit, like

I'm 'sposed to be geeked off this geek pack

But instead, you actually just make me wanna crash out

Let them know that I'm tweakin'

Full blown off this weed, yeah, I'm geekin'

Don't they know that I'm mo'fuckin' tweakin'?

Off that Summer Pack, yeah, I'm fuckin' geekin'

Got that shit, now we geekin' off this shit

Smoking too much blunt, now we leavin' with my shit

Why they always gotta be like, "What's goin' on?"

Why they always gotta be like, "How you doin' man?", like

This bitch wanna know how the fuck I'm doing

Keep poking me like a bag-see how I'm doing

I'm 'sposed to be geeked off this geek pack

But instead, you actually just make me wanna crash out

I just wanna see how you doin', miss

I just wanna see how you feelin', miss

I just wanna know you really feelin', man

I just wanna know you really reelin' in

Why the fuck you acting like a fuckin' crackhead?

Why the fuck you always gotta be like a methane?

Why the fuck you always gotta be like that?

Why you always-why you always gotta be like that?

Why the fuck these bitches on the street?

Only doin' these drugs and not doin' weed

Why the fuck these bitches always doin' five dollars for some meat?

Bitch, come buy this weed