Joesin lyrics

(Hook)
He Gon' (?) Out his top, Its okay we got choppas for n*ggas that speakin on sh*t that we do
We Gon' air out his car send him right to the stars and im askin that n*gga how he like to do
The (?) Cut up with the kid i got locked i was (?) in the (?) im just like some glue
When we sendin' that fire, dont ask who it is b*tch you know gun squad coming through

(Verse 1)
Go cop 16 packs montana
Jugg when its cold out, Trap sh*t, Glock in the coat
See the (?), Choppas get stuffed in the snow
Ima step on b*tch, give a f*ck if he tote
And she (?) the di*k, i be breaking her throat
Got Drip off-white all white, Pope
Pop pants like cans, sprite, coke
Got a shooter with braids, yachty, boat
He dissin this sh*t can get technical
Spin with them sticks send his ass to the medical
All our chops got a switch and it came with the reticles
I Got so many b*tches this sh*t like a festival
Smokin' (?) Dont f*ck with the edibles
In that maybach b*tch, come and suck on my testicles
When i walk in the trap sh*t can look skeptical
Or im sending a hit call up draco he stretching you

(Hook)
He Gon' (?) Out his top, Its okay we got choppas for n*ggas that speakin on sh*t that we do
We Gon' air out his car send him right to the stars and im askin that n*gga how he like to do
The (?) Cut up with the kid i got locked i was (?) in the (?) im just like some glue
When we sendin' that fire, dont ask who it is b*tch you know gun squad coming through
(Verse 2)
80 Racks in the trap, victor, cruz
Send a hit he get shot, and put on the news
What you spend on yo ring, Yeah i spend on my (?)
Is you gon' hop in a Jetta or hop in a cruise (Lets Go, Lets Go)
Got a Glock 18, n*gga thats (?)
b*tch leave me alone, Green, (?)
On the interstate hittin' 100, No Racing
And we really got clips, No (?)
Tryna (?), No that sh*t unacceptable
Hittin' Kids when you shoot man that sh*t ain't respectable
I Was locked in a cell, did it with the correctional's
Know some n*ggas with bodies, they really went federal
Take a trip to the islands, im talkin bout Panama
We send a hit for a 50, They killin your mini you
We spin again till we dizzy, them drac bullets hittin' you
I Like them 20s, and 50s, but play with them pretty boo's

(Hook)
He Gon' (?) Out his top, Its okay we got choppas for n*ggas that speakin on sh*t that we do
We Gon' air out his car send him right to the stars and im askin that n*gga how he like to do
The (?) Cut up with the kid i got locked i was (?) in the (?) im just like some glue
When we sendin' that fire, dont ask who it is b*tch you know gun squad coming through