No Joke (Beat The Box) lyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Ayy, big pole
Bad b*tch, good throat (Big 14 know the f*ck going on)
Good neck, good talk
Yeah, beat the box
Yeah, beat the box
Beat the box, beat the sauce of that b*tch, yeah beat the box (WLVS, Looking for strippers in here)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
All I need is some lean in my double cup
Lightskin trynna f*ck with a big bubble butt
Uh, this life I'm living is not fun
Killin sh*t without a gun, one verse and you're done
Never really had a dad, I was just momma and son
And they said "Trippie you got racks!" I said "b*tch I got a tuck!"
I know this is my carrer but this is getting to fun
I sit back, just chill, lil n*gga hit the blunt
Fell in love with a b*tch, but that b*tch be steady trippin'
She just cut a n*gga off, but sh*t, I ain't trippin'
I got thirty three hoes so you can say I ball like pimpin'
I am gifted and reminisced by all of these b*tches like damn
Textin' Uncle Sam, pull up in that r-rah-rah
Rari or that lamb
Yeah, pull up in [?], shootin out the windows
Slice his ass like Kimbo
No ball but I ball hard like I'm Jinjo
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Life no joke, pus*y boy you get poked
Ayy, get poked
Bad b*tch, good throat
Good neck, good talk
Yeah, beat the box
Yeah, beat the box
Beat the box, beat the sauce of a b*tch, yeah beat the box
Life no joke, pus*y boy you get poked
Bad b*tch, good throat
And some good neck, good talk
Yeah, beat the box
Yeah, beat the box
Beat the box, beat the sauce of a b*tch, yeah beat the box

[Verse 2: Quan'ta]
Okay, that pack comin' in
So baby start that trippin'
You ain't bad enough to stress
I swear lil mamma average
But she all on my phone, and she lookin' for the dope
I want that throat, after that, I gotta go
So much money on the table
Lately I've been round some bosses
These n*ggas be full-gazing, all these fake diamonds they flossy
These n*ggas be pus*y, they ain't really from the trenches
These n*ggas be flexin', they ain't really out here trappin'
I got them pounds comin' in, aye
448 'em, 448 'em
Boy I swear, I 448 'em
Them pounds comin' in, play with Trippie I 448 you
Play with my money (448 you, look)
Jodye in the cut, that boy shootin' like a movie
Think we playin', ain't joke, and you want smoke
We givin' to 'em (and we cutthroat)
(Came up from [?])
(And in the bed, bad b*tches, she on D tho)
(Unload, better duck low, dont show no face tho)
(Not no case closed)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Life no joke, pus*y boy you get poked
Ayy, get poked
Bad b*tch, good throat
Good neck, good talk
Yeah, beat the box
Yeah, beat the box
Beat the box, beat the sauce of a b*tch, yeah beat the box
Life no joke, pus*y boy you get poked
Bad b*tch, good throat
And some good neck, good talk
Yeah, beat the box
Yeah, beat the box
Beat the box, beat the sauce of a b*tch, yeah beat the box

[Outro]
No joke, pus*y boy you get poked
Bad b*tch, good throat
And some good neck, good talk
No joke