作词 : Megan Pete/Von Word
 作曲 : Megan Pete
 [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 n!ggas fall for me
 *****, I mind my business
 I ain't in it, hoe don't come for me
 Yeah, yeah
 I'm going hard all week, yeah
 ****ed up I can't see, damn
 Don't be scared for me, no
 This sh!t what I need, ay
 Big ole, big ole, big ole butt
 This is 5exy, sloppy (?)
 Dip the bottle in the cup
 Now I'm in here goin' ****
 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 **** with me if you're scary, cos this sh!t get hit *****
 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 n!gga
 Her boyfriend a dealer, he always on duty
 We geekin in the traphouse pourin' 40's on her booty
 Henny on them t!tties, and Patron on that pu55y
 Yeah, you can stay your ass at home if you gon party like a rookie
 [Chorus
 ***** 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 **** 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 5ex 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 ***** come kill sh!t
 Rock lil ass shirts cause my t!ts 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, n!gga, who bad?
 Work some, twerk some
 See you lookin' at me n!gga, like you want some
 Got the big boy bottle, let me post some
 Bad *****es, 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 ***** 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 pu55y, 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 n!ggas fall for me
 *****, I mind my business
 I ain't in it, hoe don't come for me
 Yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah
 Yeah