Tha Joint lyrics

[Intro]
Snowgurb lil gurb
Bop bop
Finna bleed 'em again
I see you staring on that though
Like I'm really a first place n*gga though like
What you see
Dont watch me
Watch TMZ

[Chorus]
Ouh
Oh my Jesus
Goddamn bop bop
I had to bleed 'em
Ouh
Please believe it
Woke up and threw on the Gucci for no reason
Ouh
On my Jesus
Goddamn bop bop
I had to bleed 'em
Ouh
Please believe it
Woke up and threw on the Fendi for no reason
[Verse]
Wake up and get dressed
b*tch i got a lot of chicken
Heard im the mans, so i heard n*ggas politicians
Count up the bands like i just won a lottery ticket
Spongebob square head little b*tch keep swallowin' di*k
She swallow my di*k like I'm a first draft lottery pick
Proof i make magic like Harry Potter b*tch
She give dumb brain she needs a scholarship
b*tch get hungry i fed her ass some McChicken
Pull up to the crib she naked doing the dishes
Bend her over blam her cheeks in different positions
I'm a n*gga b*tch, I'm fresh
And I'm fresh out penitentiary
Sliding up Century in a Benz doing a century
Kick her out the whip, she ain't got no strips are you kiddin' me
Broke ass b*tch in my DM's sayin' she feelin' me
Left her on seen but i don't mean to be an as*h*le
sh*ttin' on b*tches come here baby make the cash flow
Crazy girls throwin' ones in b*tches as*h*les
End of the month and I'm ridin' 'round with a stack on me
Parole on parole, and i still got the blammer on me
Pull up to the show
And your ho got the camera on me
I say cheese but please have the macaroni
A manchester [?] 70 dollars with the MAC up on me
Bangin' F street and I'm still with the stack on me
Doin' the dance like they do on the dead homies
Parole on parole, and i still got the blammer on me
Pull up to the show
And your ho got the camera on me
I'm tired these weird ass n*ggas act like they know me
I'm really the joint, dead homies
Parole on parole, and i still got the blammer on me
Pull up to the show
And your ho got the camera on me
I'm tired these weird ass n*ggas act like they know me
I'm really the joint, dead homies
[Chorus]
Ouh
Oh my Jesus
Goddamn bop bop
I had to bleed 'em
Ouh
Please believe it
Woke up and threw on the Gucci for no reason
Ouh
On my Jesus
Goddamn bop bop
I had to bleed 'em
Ouh
Please believe it
Woke up and threw on the Fendi for no reason (Absolutely)