Jokes Up lyrics

[Intro]
(Armani, this sh*t stuey, boy)

[Chorus: EBK Young Joc & Bris]
Joke—joke's up, lil' baby, don't get your hopes up
Power-brake the Scat on Belair and do donuts
So what? I know these n*ggas wanna smoke us (Bris)
We ain't hiding, catch me in that land, come and throw something (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1: Bris]
Meanwhile, I'm stacking money, I ain't hungry
If you hear my tummy, that's because that Cookie give me munchies, n*gga (That's that Cookie)
Yeah, I'm totin' something chunky and that lean keep me grumpy
I'll grab the pole from Stumpy if it's spunky, n*gga (Yeah, from Stumpy)
And I leave the whip in cruise when I hit the road (When I hit the road)
Had thе dealer switch the platеs, then we ship the 'bows (Then we ship the 'bows)
I left the stock in the stick, didn't really fit the pole (Uh-uh)
We gon' wipe his face with these Glocks and probably pick his nose (Bah-bah-baow)
Test his gangster and go slide, that's a test-drive (Let's go slide)
I don't think that boy a Damu, his flag on left side (We ain't bloods)
And I treat this Glock with TLC, I feel like Left Eye (Yes, I do)
I ain't never been the type to go hikin', but my check climb

[Chorus: EBK Young Joc & Armani DePaul]
Joke—joke's up, lil' baby, don't get your hopes up (Don't get your hopes up)
Power-brake the Scat on Belair and do donuts (Skrrt)
So what? (Ayy), I know these n*ggas wanna smoke us (Ayy)
We ain't hiding, catch me in that land, come and throw something
Joke's up, lil' baby, don't get your hopes up (Don't get your hopes up)
Power-brake the Scat on Belair and do donuts (Skrrt)
So what? (Ayy), I know these n*ggas wanna smoke us (Ayy)
We ain't hiding, catch me in that land, come and throw something (Armani, look)
[Verse 2: Armani DePaul]
Meanwhile, Wocky in my soda and my team loud (And my team loud)
Baby girl, you ain't my lover, you Billie Jean wild (Woo)
Racist cop, Black man workin', we pull the beam out (Ayy)
Face an opp, we don't rap no more, that chopper sing now (Bah-bah-bah-bah)
Meanwhile, freeway froze, I take the routes now (I take the routes)
Rush hour, Stingray gold, I call it Juntao (Woo)
Bro just hit a lick out in Houston, we got the juice now (We got the juice)
Turn her out, then cut her off, she hella loose now
Heard the feds tappin' my phone, I put the Boost down (Ayy)
Thought I was a rapper-producer, a n*gga shoot now (Bah-bah-bah-bah)
Yeah, yeah, I put the Boost down
Thought I was a rapper-producer, a n*gga shoot now (Come on)

[Chorus: EBK Young Joc]
Joke—joke's up, lil' baby, don't get your hopes up (Don't get your hopes up)
Power-brake the Scat on Belair and do donuts (Skrrt)
So what? (Ayy), I know these n*ggas wanna smoke us (Ayy)
We ain't hiding, catch me in that land, come and throw something
Joke's up, lil' baby, don't get your hopes up (Don't get your hopes up)
Power-brake the Scat on Belair and do donuts (Skrrt)
So what? (Ayy), I know these n*ggas wanna smoke us (Ayy)
We ain't hiding, catch me in that land, come and throw something

[Verse 3: EBK Young Joc]
Boy, you dropped a half, when I spin, I'm droppin' whole hundreds (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Say you in the gang, you flippin' 'bows, but you don't know nothin' (But you don't know nothin')
Uh, and you know this (And you know this)
But anyhoo, I'm finna go pick up trap from this ho b*tch (From this ho b*tch)
Can't hang around you n*ggas, the sh*t y'all pullin' be some ho sh*t (Y'all on some ho sh*t)
It's bands on the floor, gather my mans, we in motion (Ayy, we in motion)
Ah, n*gga, you be shootin' who? (Hey, you be shootin' who?)
Really from the G, 2100, we got shooters too (That's Nightingale)
Pass me the blicky, no pumpfakin', I'ma really shoot (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Snakes and apes, welcome to the jungle, this is not a zoo (No, this is not a zoo)
Ah, n*gga, this is not a zoo
Snakes and apes, welcome to the jungle, this is not a zoo
[Chorus: EBK Young Joc]
Joke—joke's up, lil' baby, don't get your hopes up (Don't get your hopes up)
Power-brake the Scat on Belair and do donuts (Skrrt)
So what? (Ayy), I know these n*ggas wanna smoke us (Ayy)
We ain't hiding, catch me in that land, come and throw something
Joke's up, lil' baby, don't get your hopes up (Don't get your hopes up)
Power-brake the Scat on Belair and do donuts (Skrrt)
So what? (Ayy), I know these n*ggas wanna smoke us (Ayy)
We ain't hiding, catch me in that land, come and throw something

[Outro]
(Armani, this sh*t stuey, boy)