Jokes Up (feat. Bris & Armani DePaul)

(Armani, this shit stuey, boy)

Joke, jokes up, lil' baby, don't get your hopes up
Power break the Scat on Belair and do donuts
So what? I know these niggas wanna smoke us (Bris)
We ain't hiding, catch me in that land, come and throw something (ayy, ayy)

Meanwhile, I'm stacking money, I ain't hungry
If you hear my tummy
That's because that Cookie give me munchies, nigga
Yeah, I'm totin' something chunky and that lean keep me crumpy
I'll grab the pole from stumpy if it's spunky, nigga

And I leave the whip in cruise when I hit the road
Had the dealer switch the plates, then we ship the bowls
I left the stock in the stick, didn't really fit the pole
We gon' wipe his face with these Glocks and probably pick his nose

Test his gangster and go slide, that's a test drive
I don't think that boy a damu, his flag on left side
And I treat this Glock with TLC, I feel like Left Eye
I ain't never been the type to go hikin', but my check climb

Joke-, jokes up, lil' baby, don't get your hopes up
Power break the Scat on Belair and do donuts
So what? I know these niggas wanna smoke us
We ain't hiding, catch me in that land, come and throw something

Jokes up, lil' baby, don't get your hopes up
Power break the Scat on Belair and do donuts
So what? I know these niggas wanna smoke us
We ain't hiding, catch me in that land, come and throw something (Armani)

Meanwhile, Wocky in my soda and my team loud
Baby girl, you ain't my lover, you Billie Jean wild
Racist cop, black man workin', we pulled the beam out
Patient opp, we don't rap no more, that chopper sing now

Meanwhile, freeway froze, I take the routes now
Rush hour, steamway gold, I call it Juntao
Bro just hit a lick out in Houston, we got the juice now
Turn her out, then cut her off, she hella loose now

Heard the feds tapping my phone, I put the boots down
Thought I was a rapper, producer, a nigga shoot now
Yeah, yeah, I put the boots down
Thought I was a rapper, producer, a nigga shoot now

Joke-, jokes up, lil' baby, don't get your hopes up
Power break the Scat on Belair and do donuts
So what? I know these niggas wanna smoke us
We ain't hiding, catch me in that land, come and throw something

Jokes up, lil' baby, don't get your hopes up
Power break the Scat on Belair and do donuts
So what? I know these niggas wanna smoke us
We ain't hiding, catch me in that land, come and throw something

Boy, you dropped a half, when I spin, I'm droppin' whole hundreds
Say you in the gang, you flippin' bowls, but you don't know nothin'
Psh, ah, and you know this
But anywho, I'm finna go pick up trap from this hoe bitch

Can't hang around you niggas, the shit y'all pullin' be some hoe shit
It's bands on the floor, gather my mans, we in motion
Ah, nigga, you be shootin' hoops
Really from the G, 2100, we got shooters too (that's Nightingale)

Pass me the blicky, no pump fakin', I'ma really shoot
Snakes and apes, welcome to the jungle, this is not a zoo
Ah, nigga, this is not a zoo
Snakes and apes, welcome to the jungle, this is not a zoo

Joke-, jokes up, lil' baby, don't get your hopes up
Power break the Scat on Belair and do donuts
So what? I know these niggas wanna smoke us
We ain't hiding, catch me in that land, come and throw something

Jokes up, lil' baby, don't get your hopes up
Power break the Scat on Belair and do donuts
So what? I know these niggas wanna smoke us
We ain't hiding, catch me in that land, come and throw something



Credits
Writer(s): Aman Kanda, Armani Jaymes
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