JTĆ Mariø - Killstreaking

★ Intro ★
(LEZ!)

★ Chorus ★
I’m killstreaking, what’s my body count?
Just trying to see a lot of zeros in my bank account
Let’s keep the mowers in the grass, too many snakes around
They wasn’t messing with my style so niggas hate me now, I’m feeling extra wild
Don’t get cocky, this a throwaway
I don’t do capping in my bars, my words are lowercased
Come learn a lesson, I’m the teacher, you the protege
They couldn’t keep a nigga down, a nigga overcame (JTC, talk to them)

★ Verse 1 ★
JTC, just too cool but right now I’m feeling hot
This ain’t bout no liquor store but my niggas giving shots
Only keep the real around me, move the fake shit off the block
She drop it low, spin like a top
My circle small so fuck the opps
All I do is exotic shit, exotic smoke , exotic Glocks
She gone whip it out my pants and give a jhit exotic slop
Riding round inside the Buick, spend it all, get it back
You don’t want no smoke boy, leave them Swishers in the pack
If I throw them fucking bullets , who gone catch it? (Catch it)
Hit a nigga for his cuban, took a picture with the necklace
I’m so reckless, pockets getting big, they looking just like Precious
Tryna rock out with them bands and leave him stretched out on the stretcher

★ Chorus ★
I’m killstreaking, what’s my body count?
Just trying to see a lot of zeros in my bank account
Let’s keep the mowers in the grass, too many snakes around
They wasn’t messing with my style so niggas hate me now, I’m feeling extra wild
Don’t get cocky, this a throwaway
I don’t do capping in my bars, my words are lowercased
Come learn a lesson, I’m the teacher, you the protege
They couldn’t keep a nigga down, a nigga overcame (JTC, talk to them)

★ Verse 2 ★
Grinding just like Tony Hawk, jump out with a skateboard
What the fuck? How the fuck they let them Eagleboys take more?
Lean inside my styrofoam, I’m tryna take course
Baby girl, go put your clothes back on, don’t really want the whore
(Huh, Bitch) You was just a fan, steady dissing on them Eagleboys, won’t see your mans again
Riding round inside the sprinter van, you hoes cannot get in
Sending disses on the net, Bitch, you know you got me bent
High up in this motherfucker, exotic drugs up in this motherfucker
Someone grab the cup
I got dummies going ‘tarded , they don’t really give no fucks
Out the swamps with all the gators, Country boy been zooted up

★ Chorus ★
I’m killstreaking, what’s my body count?
Just trying to see a lot of zeros in my bank account
Let’s keep the mowers in the grass, too many snakes around
They wasn’t messing with my style so niggas hate me now, I’m feeling extra wild
Don’t get cocky, this a throwaway
I don’t do capping in my bars, my words are lowercased
Come learn a lesson, I’m the teacher, you the protege
They couldn’t keep a nigga down, a nigga overcame (JTC, talk to them)