JTĆ Mariø - Too Turnt Too Geeked

★ intro ★
(you already know the motherfucking vibrations)
(zino!)

★ chorus: jtĆ mariø ★
I’m too turnt, i’m too geeked
Murder cases when we creep
Jimmy butler with the heat
I make money when i sleep
I just dropped a stack up on my fit, i copped it from the v
If it’s not about the money, it really ain’t no need to speak
If you want the smoke, no second hand, we bring it to the streets
Everything a go, we up the pole and head off to the east
Eagles never fold, you break the code, we dump you in the creek
I ain’t sold my soul but i see plenty demons whеn i sleep

★ verse 1: jtĆ mariø ★
It’s a dirty shame, i caught him lacking , he ain’t have his iron
Croppеd him out the frame, we make a scene and have some mommas crying
And i won’t say a thing ‘cause i know that them eagles steady sliding
I let the 30 bang, it ain’t gone be a game when niggas die
Okay, i’m up and i’m geeked, i been shipping every week
Say you feel it but don’t ever really know
Yeah, the drip is never cheap, yeah, i’ll kill you in your sleep
Catch a body then we keep it on the low

★ chorus: jtĆ mariø ★
I’m too turnt, i’m too geeked
Murder cases when we creep
Jimmy butler with the heat
I make money when i sleep
I just dropped a stack up on my fit, i copped it from the v
If it’s not about the money, it really ain’t no need to speak

★ verse 2: nik ★
If it ain’t about the money, really ain’t no need to speak
Niggas running straight to socials, they can keep it in the streets
12 on my ass, just dump the glock then run on feet
This money keep me confident, don’t need no bitch to smoke my weed
Rolling up these doubies, back to back, i’m smoking on some trees
I can pop my shit in any hood, i never paid a fee
Really locced out but i be with billies and gds
Feel like a senior, niggas sending me cds
Trap jumping, yeah we selling p’s out here by the three
When i roll my eyes and that bitch still couldn’t even see
When you ride out with your bitch, nigga where i’m supposed to be
I be with them demon niggas , yeah we smoking out the p

★ chorus: jtĆ mariø ★
I’m too turnt, i’m too geeked
Murder cases when we creep
Jimmy butler with the heat
I make money when i sleep
I just dropped a stack up on my fit, i copped it from the v
If it’s not about the money, it really ain’t no need to speak
If you want the smoke, no second hand, we bring it to the streets
Everything a go, we up the pole and head off to the east
Eagles never fold, you break the code, we dump you in the creek
I ain’t sold my soul but i see plenty demons when i sleep