Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Yeah, bitch, I’m geekin’ Eyes wide, I ain’t even blinkin’ Five in the morning, still speedin’ Phone on mute, my heart still ringin’ X on the tongue, that’s light work Percs in the bag with the white shirt Roll another blunt for the ride out If I see the sun, then I timed out Hit the club sideways, stumbling (hey!) Stamp on my wrist, still doubling Lines on the table like runway lights I ain’t touched ground in a couple nights [Chorus] Yeah, bitch, I’m geekin’ Up all night, every night, I’m tweakin’ Can’t sit still, my jaw keep clenchin’ Whole room tilt, my pulse keep benchin’ Yeah, bitch, I’m geekin’ Too far gone, what the hell I’m thinkin’? If I wake up, then I’m still not leavin’ If I black out, that’s just my weekend [Verse 2] Drop two tabs, now it all melt Floor turn lava, I don’t need help Hands on the wall just to stand straight Thoughts in my skull do a drag race Bottle to the face, that’s light talk Shorty in my ear say she like dark Sweat on her neck, all gas, no brake If I catch feels, that’s my mistake Pills in a line like a roll call (yeah) Smoke so thick, can’t see y’all If I hit the deck, put me back up I ain’t ’bout to crash till the track cut [Chorus] Yeah, bitch, I’m geekin’ Up all night, every night, I’m tweakin’ Can’t sit still, my jaw keep clenchin’ Whole room tilt, my pulse keep benchin’ Yeah, bitch, I’m geekin’ Too far gone, what the hell I’m thinkin’? If I wake up, then I’m still not leavin’ If I black out, that’s just my weekend
Tags
rap, Aggressive hardstyle-rap hybrid: distorted kick drums and screeching leads under a rattling trap hi-hat grid, male vocals half-rapped half-shouted. First verse rides a halftime bounce, chorus slams into double-time with crowd-chant layers and pitched ad-libs. Second verse gets darker and more frantic, synth stabs and sirens weaving around chopped vocal fills; final chorus stretches the last hook over a brutal drop for moshpit energy., hardstyle
Duration
1:34
Instrumental
No
Created
3/27/2026