Tha Joint
[Intro]
Snowgurb lil gurb
Bop bop
Finna bleed 'em again
I see you staring on that though
Like I'm really a first place nigga though like
What you see
Dont watch me
Watch TMZ

[Chorus]
Ouh
Oh my Jesus
Goddamn bop bop
I had to bleed 'em
Ouh
Please believe it
Woke up and threw on the Gucci for no reason
Ouh
On my Jesus
Goddamn bop bop
I had to bleed 'em
Ouh
Please believe it
Woke up and threw on the Fendi for no reason
[Verse]
Wake up and get dressed
Bitch i got a lot of chicken
Heard im the mans, so i heard niggas politicians
Count up the bands like i just won a lottery ticket
Spongebob square head little bitch keep swallowin' dick
She swallow my dick like I'm a first draft lottery pick
Proof i make magic like Harry Potter bitch
She give dumb brain she needs a scholarship
Bitch get hungry i fed her ass some McChicken
Pull up to the crib she naked doing the dishes
Bend her over blam her cheeks in different positions
I'm a nigga bitch, I'm fresh
And I'm fresh out penitentiary
Slide [?], in the Benz doing the century
Kick her out the whip, she ain't got no strips are you kiddin' me
Broke ass bitch in my DM's sayin' she feelin' me
Left her on seen but i don't mean to be an asshole
Shittin' on bitches come here baby make the cash flow
Crazy girls throwin' ones in bitches assholes
End of the month and I'm ridin' 'round with a stack on me
Parole on parole, and i still got the blammer on me
Pull up to the show
And your ho got the camera on me
I say cheese but please have the macaroni
A manchester [?] 70 dollars with the MAC up on me
Bangin' F street and I'm still with the stack on me
Doin' the dance like they do on the dead homies
Parole on parole, and i still got the blammer on me
Pull up to the show
And your ho got the camera on me
I'm tired these weird ass niggas act like they know me
I'm really the joint, dead homies
Parole on parole, and i still got the blammer on me
Pull up to the show
And your ho got the camera on me
I'm tired these weird ass niggas act like they know me
I'm really the joint, dead homies
[Chorus]
Ouh
Oh my Jesus
Goddamn bop bop
I had to bleed 'em
Ouh
Please believe it
Woke up and threw on the Gucci for no reason
Ouh
On my Jesus
Goddamn bop bop
I had to bleed 'em
Ouh
Please believe it
Woke up and threw on the Fendi for no reason (Absolutely)