Sprites (UK) – GEEK BOYY Lyrics & Video

GEEK BOYY – Sprites (UK) Lyrics

I make a baddie touch toes

She grab my cup, throw up a 2

Geek boy, I failed my test but I'm the highest in the room

Flyest too, think you're trapping just to cop designer shoes

I can't bring her in the crib, so I'ma do her in the coupe

That's what we do, we don't have no belt, we giving 'em the boot

Drink man, I just snuck another pint into the booth, bitch

Banging so much red inside my cup, you'd think I hate Crips

Talking 'bout some money in your raps but you ain't made shit

I'm in Ricky, I ain't tryna do the Bape bitch

You can get some Carti's, grow your hair, we ain't the same kid

You can call me Lucki, it's the belly of the beast, rap with ease

Catch me racing 'round the city like McQueen

Ain't ever doing Jack Jones, I go Amiri for the jeans

I love the lean, love my numbers too, I might just pop a P

Step out in some jean shorts, it's got me feeling like I'm Veeze

Can't ever backdoor him in Black Cat's cah they might hear the squeak

Big Cheese loves whips, he's tryna take away the keys

All the green, I wear Supreme cah I'm supreme

Carti glasses, got the C's, I'll do anything but rat for them P's

I went Chrome Heart for the sleeves, catch me swimming in some lean

You ever over done the drank before and you can't even speak? Shit's peak

I make a baddie touch toes

She grab my cup, throw up a 2

Geek boy, I failed my test but I'm the highest in the room

Flyest too, I think you're trapping just to cop designer shoes

I can't bring her in the crib, so I'ma do her in the coupe

I'm a winner, I'm with winners, all you know is how to lose

Take a look, all our come with proof

Lab rat, I'm in the boot

Tuck your chain, we're coming through

Tuck your chain, we're coming through