Joe Exotic (Chevy)

Call me joe
I keep exotic
I'm good everywhere
Country streets or the projects
40 the city that made me
If you ain't stacking bread
You lazy
Don't trust these niggas they shady
Don't trust a bitch unless she willing to pay me
Ima whole business like jay z
Now we Stacking up bread up on the daily

Really I'm done with the stressing
Time to go count up these blessing
Know the whole clan stay wrecking
They can not fuck with these Mexicans
Try to keep up with my plays
I had to switch em up leave em guessing
You don't not know who you testing
Don't start no beefs
But we down for the plexing
Niggas just actors like wrestlers
screaming and shouting
Until real niggas come press ya
Gas in my blunt I be smoking that pressure
Try to step up to the gang you don't measure
She calling me when she fiene for some pleasure
I'm All in her guts cause I'm making her wetter
Stick to the plan I can make yo life better
420 clan we gon run up this cheddar



Credits
Writer(s): Ruben Martinez
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