Geekin

[Verse] Geekin for the week You can call me Screech I can't hear my phone when I'm gone Hoe quit callin' me I don't ever trip Guess that make these niggas fall for me Bitch, I mind my business I ain't in it, hoe don't come for me Yeah, yeah I'm going hard all week, yeah Fucked up I can't see, damn Don't be scared for me, no This shit what I need, ay Big ole, big ole, big ole butt This is sexy, sloppy (?) Dip the bottle in the cup Now I'm in here goin' nuts I don't get hungover, drink Henn' like it's soda And my man mood (?) work, knock the head right off his shoulder Shake that ass on your friend, and let her friend join in And if they really 'bout it, bring 'em both home to your man Don't fuck with me if you're scary, cos this shit get hit bitch Tryna get my booty rubbed after the club, who gon text me? [Chorus] Geekin for the week Geekin for the week Geekin-geekin-geekin for the week Geekin for the week, geekin geekin [Verse] My best friend a stripper Big ole booty, walkin' jiggle And when we ride together Hoe, you better grab your nigga Her boyfriend a dealer, he always on duty We geekin in the traphouse pourin' 40's on her booty Henny on them titties, and Patron on that pussy Yeah, you can stay your ass at home if you gon party like a rookie [Chorus] Bitch I'm geekin for the week Geekin for the week Geekin-geekin-geekin for the week Geekin for the week, geekin geekin [Verse] Buck on that dick like a bull I'm goin' to work on your tool I hang round your neck like a bib I'm catchin' all of your drool (aah) My sex appeal on a mil He call me 'Megan The Meal' He tellin' you what he want But he get with me and he will Windin', grindin' all on your lap When I look back, know I control that Goin' left to right, while he holdin' on that If I move it slow, I bet he won't last [Chorus] Geekin for the week Geekin for the week Geekin-geekin-geekin for the week Geekin for the week, geekin geekin [Verse] Overdo it, watch a real bitch come kill shit Rock lil ass shirts cause my tits big Turn a grown ass man to a big kid Pop that, pop that, give him eye contact when I look back Make his ass lock up like a contract Talk to him like Mike, nigga, who bad? Work some, twerk some See you lookin' at me nigga, like you want some Got the big boy bottle, let me post some Bad bitches, line up if you want some [Chorus] Geekin for the week Geekin for the week Geekin-Geekin-Geekin for the week Geekin for the week, geekin geekin [Verse] Me and my bitch ain't sweatin' no list Come through the back because they insist That I, the hottest out now Come to the stash, turn it to my boudouir You must ooh ahh, when they see me Young Tina Snow, H-Town hottie Long ass legs like I'm Naomi He richer (?) my pussy, tryna Donald Trump me I hang on your chin like a damn goatee I make him go to sleep like I'm (?) Your hoe couldn't make one of me And none of y'all hoes can't hang where I be [Chorus] Geekin for the week Geekin for the week Geekin-geekin-geekin for the week Geekin for the week, geekin geekin [Outro] Geekin for the week You can call me Screech I can't hear my phone when I'm gone Hoe quit callin' me I don't ever trip Guess that make these niggas fall for me Bitch, I mind my business I ain't in it, hoe don't come for me Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah