jtć mariø - fedex lyrics
(chorus)
we at your door just like fedex
spent a whole 40 bands just for my patek
n+ggas be playing these jokes, i ain’t holding no smoke
i let n+ggas have it
when’s it’s time to go, all my n+ggas gone spray
we got the caskets for bodies today
on my way to the top, it ain’t no time to waste
eat up the beat like i eat up a plate
(verse 1: jtć mario)
yeah, 3rd on the beat
i’m coming back in like i left for a week
i got in this house when i ain’t have a key
and you know that it’s fire when i’m on the beat
jtc mario really a bad man
full of diesel, go look at the gas hand
bringing the heat and you get you a sun tan
making these benjis, it ain’t no more taxing
i get the eagles to send you a message
popping these bottles like we at a wedding
without my shoes, i’m still forever stepping
shout out my boys for still keeping a weapon
n+ggas be hating on me , what the f+ck
you looking for smoke, you trying your luck
i hop out with dracs, you better duck
and we keep the sticks inside the truck
aw, yeah, n+ggas be dissing on me so i gotta remind them
aw, yeah, why the f+ck jtc hard but ain’t n0body signed him?
aw, yeah, i’m in the booth and you know that i’m lit off the ganja
aw, yeah, he looking for smoke , well we gotta find him
(chorus)
we at your door just like fedex
spent a whole 40 bands just for my patek
n+ggas be playing these jokes, i ain’t holding no smoke
i let n+ggas have it
when’s it’s time to go, all my n+ggas gone spray
we got the caskets for bodies today
on my way to the top, it ain’t no time to waste
eat up the beat like i eat up a plate
(verse 2: mg3)
yeah, it’s 3rd on the f+cking beat
crusise around the city with the f+cking heat
got jtc & nicknack with me
heard you n+ggas want smoke , let’s see
we pull up to the f+cking scene
we ain’t going out like reese so don’t f+cking play with me
getting so much bread, look like we hit the lottery
yeah, we hit that nicknack sweep
you n+ggas looking real salty
and my dawg hit your b+tch last week, i told your ass she for the team
someone call up the attorney ‘cause we left your mans in the streets
yeah , your man in the streets
yeah, we left your mans in the streets
7 days and 6 nights , that sh+t was a long one
them p+ssy n+ggas told but i know where to find them
talking like rats all over f+cking ganja
this up in smoke this way til the time comes
til the times comes, let’s just wait til the times come
sipping on wok, man, my kindneys drowning
jtc said come through, it’s time to drop now
we letting n+ggas have it, we ain’t playing
we letting sh+t spray
might go cop me a new ak
young, hunble n+gga tryna stay out the way
you mess with fam then you see my face
you mess with fam then you see my face
(chorus)
we at your door just like fedex
spent a whole 40 bands just for my patek
n+ggas be playing these jokes, i ain’t holding no smoke
i let n+ggas have it
when’s it’s time to go, all my n+ggas gone spray
we got the caskets for bodies today
on my way to the top, it ain’t no time to waste
eat up the beat like i eat up a plate
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