Joseph & Mary lyrics

[Intro: Yung Bans]
Yeah, hold up, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy
(M-M-Marvy Ayy)

[Chorus: Lil Tracy]
Okay, she suck on my di*k like she wanna get married (She wanna get married, woo)
But I'm not f*cking that b*tch, we like Joseph and Mary (Joseph and Mary)
Too many racks, this sh*t getting scary (sh*t getting scary), hold on
I do not rap, so please don't compare me
To these n*ggas that want clout more than they want the bag
I'm finna move out of my house into another pad (To another pad)
These n*ggas still sleepin' on couches, what the f*ck is that? (What the f*ck is that?)
Feel like Future, walkin' 'round in Gucci bucket hats

[Verse 1: Lil Tracy]
I woke up this morning, I look in the mirror, I'm glad to be me (I'm glad to be me)
Then I run up my racks for the whole f*ckin' day, then I go back to sleep (I go back to sleep)
Bro, you just like your diamonds, you fake as a b*tch, boy, you need to decease (Yeah, you need to decease)
Yes, I'm fly as a pilot, my diamonds legit and they wet like a sea
(Let's go, let's go, okay)
I'm with Bans in this b*tch, we got freaky hoes (We got freaky hoes)
I like when the pus*y be tight like a Cheerio (Like a Cheerio, woo)
I like rocking expensive materials (Materials)
She put the drugs on her tongue, I'm like, "Here we go" (Here we go)
I know they mad that I'm happy
I was f*cking your b*tch, you was playing a game
I can see how that made you unhappy
No kids, but she calling me daddy
Why you keep talkin' down about me? I'ma put your ass right in a Caddy (Grrt, baow), uh (Ayy)
[Chorus: Lil Tracy]
Okay, she suck on my di*k like she wanna get married (She wanna get married, woo)
But I'm not f*cking that b*tch, we like Joseph and Mary (Joseph and Mary)
Too many racks, this sh*t getting scary (sh*t getting scary), hold on
I do not rap, so please don't compare me
To these n*ggas that want clout more than they want the bag
I'm finna move out of my house into another pad (To another pad)
These n*ggas still sleepin' on couches, what the f*ck is that? (What the f*ck is that?)
Feel like Future, walkin' 'round in Gucci bucket hats

[Verse 2: Yung Bans]
Money on money, hundreds on hundreds, woah
I ride around with that cutter
How you gon' f*ck on my brother
Then you gon' tell me you love me?
Young n*gga straight out the slum
I ain't had no food in my tummy
Hundred racks in the Goyard
n*ggas sweet, I want no war (No war)
Just a young n*gga, I get to the money, I break the bank
Say you robbed me, that sh*t there cap, that sh*t no way
Hit from the back, I pull out, bust all on her lace
These n*ggas broke as f*ck, I see it in they face
They know how I come, I'm so 1OF1 (So 1OF1)
Me and Tracy like blood, we got millions (Millions)
We straight out the slums, get flyer than dubs (Flyer than dubs)
Good girls like nuns, I shoot up the club
[Chorus: Lil Tracy]
Okay, she suck on my di*k like she wanna get married (She wanna get married, woo)
But I'm not f*cking that b*tch, we like Joseph and Mary (Joseph and Mary)
Too many racks, this sh*t getting scary (sh*t getting scary), hold on
I do not rap, so please don't compare me
To these n*ggas that want clout more than they want the bag
I'm finna move out of my house into another pad (To another pad)
These n*ggas still sleepin' on couches, what the f*ck is that? (What the f*ck is that?)
Feel like Future, walkin' 'round in Gucci bucket hats (Ayy)