Sleepy Joe
Hahaha, yeah, I just made something crazy
Ay, nodding off the drank feel like Sleepy Joe
I just po'ed me up some pank, which cup eeny meeny miny moe
I don't got enough bread, shit I think I need some mo
She ain't giving me no head, so I threw her out the door
Her friend got that big body, drop it to the flo
Her friend think she know me, she can't pull up to my show
I feel like E-40 man just tell me when to go, I feel like E-40 man ughhh
I'm feeling weak, think I needa drink, yeah I need some Powerade
If you tell me one time, I'm an hour late
Don't act like you know me, yeah we cannot relate
Hoes hella ugly sleeping on me but I cannot hate
Cuz they need they beauty sleep
Hit him with that rocky punch, now he counting sheep
Feeling like Adele man I'm rolling off the deep
Shooting off the dribble 44 feel like Pistol Pete
Shooter dumb as hell, he just shot the whole team
He ain't get no playing time, I think he Gerald Green
Way past his prime man I think he Danny Green
Bro think it's drip but he out here wearing Shein
He don't know he make them kids work, two cents for a shirt
That's just how it go
Got this smart girl over n she honor roll (damn)
Got this smart girl over n she on her toes (damn)
Got this smart girl over n she doing blow (damn)
Damn this shit hella short
Balling on the court
How the hell is you a player in the field, but not on the court
That don't make no sense now
Balling up in Richtown
I can't even quit now, walking on this beat
Ay F-L-A-C-O you know how it go
Walk up in the crib 1300 spell it on the flo
B-R-O-C only 10s approach me
Been up in the field, yeah now I'm only coaching
Took a hit of za and she already floating
Damm, how the hell you getting back home
You could come over right now n get your back blown
Huh, yeah that sound that a good option
Chilling up in paradise but I ain't Hopsin
Walk up in the club all you see is bottles popping
Ugh ugh, ass dropping
Ay, walk up in the club all you see is racks falling
Ugh ugh, next topic
Going to the top, oh yeah you can't stop it
Booty so flat, oh no she can't pop it
But her friend ass fat, oh yeah she can drop it
Ugh and she did just that
How you walk up in the club, you ain't spend no racks
How you walk up in the mall, and you ain't hit Saks
How you flexing all these racks, boy you know that's tax
And you out here spilling cap, boy you know that's facts
Ay, nodding off the drank feel like Sleepy Joe
I just po'ed me up some pank, which cup eeny meeny miny moe
I don't got enough bread, shit I think I need some mo
She ain't giving me no head, so I threw her out the door
Her friend got that big body, drop it to the flo
Her friend think she know me, she can't pull up to my show
I feel like E-40 man just tell me when to go, I feel like E-40 man ughhh
I'm feeling weak, think I needa drink, yeah I need some Powerade
If you tell me one time, I'm an hour late
Don't act like you know me, yeah we cannot relate
Hoes hella ugly sleeping on me but I cannot hate
Cuz they need they beauty sleep
Hit him with that rocky punch, now he counting sheep
Feeling like Adele man I'm rolling off the deep
Shooting off the dribble 44 feel like Pistol Pete
Shooter dumb as hell, he just shot the whole team
He ain't get no playing time, I think he Gerald Green
Way past his prime man I think he Danny Green
Bro think it's drip but he out here wearing Shein
He don't know he make them kids work, two cents for a shirt
That's just how it go
Got this smart girl over n she honor roll (damn)
Got this smart girl over n she on her toes (damn)
Got this smart girl over n she doing blow (damn)
Damn this shit hella short
Balling on the court
How the hell is you a player in the field, but not on the court
That don't make no sense now
Balling up in Richtown
I can't even quit now, walking on this beat
Ay F-L-A-C-O you know how it go
Walk up in the crib 1300 spell it on the flo
B-R-O-C only 10s approach me
Been up in the field, yeah now I'm only coaching
Took a hit of za and she already floating
Damm, how the hell you getting back home
You could come over right now n get your back blown
Huh, yeah that sound that a good option
Chilling up in paradise but I ain't Hopsin
Walk up in the club all you see is bottles popping
Ugh ugh, ass dropping
Ay, walk up in the club all you see is racks falling
Ugh ugh, next topic
Going to the top, oh yeah you can't stop it
Booty so flat, oh no she can't pop it
But her friend ass fat, oh yeah she can drop it
Ugh and she did just that
How you walk up in the club, you ain't spend no racks
How you walk up in the mall, and you ain't hit Saks
How you flexing all these racks, boy you know that's tax
And you out here spilling cap, boy you know that's facts
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Writer(s): Broc Ortiz
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