Jokes Up lyrics

[Chorus: Slimmy B]
n*gga, joke's up, tell my n*ggas pour up
More Runtz, tell my n*ggas roll up
More guns, tell my n*ggas load up
More drugs, b*tch, I need more drugs, n*gga
Joke's up, tell my n*ggas pour up
More Runtz, tell my n*ggas roll up
More guns, tell my n*ggas load up
More drugs, b*tch, I need more drugs

[Verse 1: Slimmy B]
Joke's up, b*tch, it's time to ho up
If you ain't got no dough, b*tch, you gets no love
More slugs, fill my clip with more slugs
All pussies in your n*ggas gang, no thugs
n*gga, four-one, on my wrist frozed up
Fold up, choppa make 'em fold up
n*ggas show out every time we show up
b*tch, go nuts, throw that ass, go nuts
All these f*cking diamonds make a n*gga glow up
Never loafing, b*tch, I keep pole tucked
Two-two-threes leave a n*gga broke up
And if a n*gga don't know sh*t, I bet a n*gga know us on the gang

[Chorus: Slimmy B]
n*gga, joke's up, tell my n*ggas pour up
More Runtz, tell my n*ggas roll up
More guns, tell my n*ggas load up
More drugs, b*tch, I need more drugs, n*gga
Joke's up, tell my n*ggas pour up
More Runtz, tell my n*ggas roll up
More guns, tell my n*ggas load up
More drugs, b*tch, I need more drugs
[Verse 2: DaBoii]
Roll me up some dope, that sticky-icky
Baby know them n*ggas tryna get me, I'm that n*gga in my city
I stay up out the mix, 'cause n*ggas iffy
If I'm toting chop, that b*tch hold more than fifty
Never leave my Glizzy
Oh, I'm the quarterback they tryna blitz me
Turn your back on me I turn you to a Ricky
Oh, all you n*ggas sissies
When the beef is on we make 'em switchies
And them shells get to flying if you diss me
You know how that sh*t be
When the lights is off sh*t get tricky
Ah, Lord why it's a four up in my Simply?
Ah, damn I need more drugs so they can lift me
Ah, and on my mama I can't let a n*gga rip me
When we hit the stage them hoes be bringing out they titties
Get to tripping in the party, brodie bringing out the semi
Got a plug with them bricks up in Houston like I'm Whitney
So much game up in my veins could get a secret out of Vicky, on the gang

[Chorus: Slimmy B]
n*gga, joke's up, tell my n*ggas pour up
More Runtz, tell my n*ggas roll up
More guns, tell my n*ggas load up
More drugs, b*tch, I need more drugs, n*gga
Joke's up, tell my n*ggas pour up
More Runtz, tell my n*ggas roll up
More guns, tell my n*ggas load up
More drugs, b*tch, I need more drugs
[Verse 3: Yhung T.O.]
Looking to my left and right, feel like I feel somebody coming
Maybe I'm just paranoid, but I ain't hiding, I ain't running
Be so high I always lose sh*t every time that I be rushing
And this Glock up on my side could turn your man into a woman
Feel like I'm slowing down the time with all this drank up in my system
I'm so tired of n*ggas turning, I'm so tired of n*ggas switching
I know love is an emotion and I can't explain the feeling
But that love we used to have done turned to memories and distance
I know It's killas wanna take my life from me
n*ggas tryna play cool, but it's on sight with me
I suggest you don't play with me
'Cause that G 30 stay with me
Can't be scared to play your hand when that table turn
And my granny tried to school me, but I never learned
And these drugs got me too high, I'm too unconcerned
And n*ggas think this sh*t a game until that metal burn

[Chorus: Slimmy B]
n*gga, joke's up, tell my n*ggas pour up
More Runtz, tell my n*ggas roll up
More guns, tell my n*ggas load up
More drugs, b*tch, I need more drugs, n*gga
Joke's up, tell my n*ggas pour up
More Runtz, tell my n*ggas roll up
More guns, tell my n*ggas load up
More drugs, b*tch, I need more drugs