mjpaid & fordio - way 2 geeked lyrics
[intro]
(ayy, t, turn this sh+t up)
[chorus: mjpaid & fordio]
mj way too geeked, i can’t f+ckin’ sleep
your b+tch say you cheap, tryna wink, way too out of reach
on the road to riches, she keep sayin’ ain’t got no time for me
you know how it be, you ain’t real, ain’t gotta lie to me
ain’t talkin’ currencies, to me, we can’t even speak
where the f+ck my weed? spill my cup, i woke up out a dream
pull a skit up on the store like it’s rehe+rs+d then leave the scene
don’t know how they do it, talk ’bout pape’ these n+ggas never seen
i was goin’ through it, mixin’ oxycodone with the green
ho can’t be my wifey, i already gave my cup [?]
[verse 1: mjpaid]
two hundred on my t++th, reminiscin’, might just pop a p
it ain’t sh+t to see, hot as h+ll, we ip then we leave
and i got reciepts, that b+tch goin’ so i cannot keep
n+ggas can’t compete, want a feature, better have that fee
how these n+ggas hatin’ on me? i’m in cali on the beach
crashin’ out ’bout b+tches, n+ggas trippin’, n+ggas gotta think
[verse 2: fordio]
packs gettin’ received, jacks gettin’ turned in for cheese
i don’t know sh+t, know i’ma get it by all means
bro got a twenty pack in, we movin’ all these
n+ggas ain’t real, they barely wanna see they dogs eat
i get a run, i fill you in, make sure we all eat
i’m mixin’ codeine with my ten tryna find peace
we get a swipe, simple in, clearin’ twenty a week
i’m quick to free h and a b+tch, she think she on my team
why when i need ’em, everybody tryna turn on me?
but i’m the same n+gga you asked, got everything you need
watch they switch when they see you got a couple g’s
b+tch gon’ do what i say like i pull strings
[verse 3: mjpaid]
i can’t even call case, swear that sh+t ain’t easy
know these b+tches all on go, so i play it sleasy
lil’ j, he got a tote, play it like i’m peezy
you don’t got no bank for me, then no, you can’t see me
d+mn near like the taste of raw, drop it in a fiji
i’m on stage and b+tches see me and they throw bikinis
in the store, i’m h+lla stealth, you know i play it sneaky
in the rental seven days, i can’t lie, it’s creepy (i swear)
prayin’ they don’t fl!ck me, rollin’ up some sh+t that’s sticky
heard they tryna get me, gotta catch me out the city
i can’t cap, i know this sh+t got real when we was signin’ titties
i can’t take a n+gga serious if he ain’t touchin’ fifty (sh+t)
[chorus: mjpaid & fordio]
mj way too geeked, i can’t f+ckin’ sleep
your b+tch say you cheap, tryna wink, way too out of reach
on the road to riches, she keep sayin’ ain’t got no time for me
you know how it be, you ain’t real, ain’t gotta lie to me
ain’t talkin’ currencies, to me, we can’t even speak
where the f+ck my weed? spill my cup, i woke up out a dream
pull a skit up on the store like it’s rehe+rs+d then leave the scene
don’t know how they do it, talk ’bout pape’ these n+ggas never seen
i was goin’ through it, mixin’ oxycodone with the green
ho can’t be my wifey, i already gave my cup [?]
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