Frvnce - Joker (feat. YSN Migatte) Lyrics

I be Posted in da duley truck
Bouta shoot these niggas up
Tryna say you sorry
Nigga ion really give a f*ck
Bitches say she down to f*ck
Bouta bring the crew through
Don't gotta say much
Y'all know what the crew do

Got these niggas scared
They don wanna compete
All these snakes up in the grass
Like my boy KD
Y'all be out here switching sides
Like it's OKC
Got my niggas on my side
And they ain't gon leave

Y'all be going after white bitches
Different type of paper chasers
I could f*ck ya bitch
And then she suck my dick an hour later
U say that you love her
Put no one above her
You say that you love her
I just wanna f*ck her

Knick knack paddie wack
Give that bitch a bone
Slim thick
Got my dick hard like a stone
Dick her down
Cap and gown
Call it graduation
F*cked her on tha spot
I ain't need no preparation

Fought a pussy nigga
Made me bleed like menstruation
Smoked the nigga out
Call man fist the fumigation
Run up in ya house
Invade u like the fire nation
Call tha boys over
Run a train like a station

Say that he yo nigga when he f*ckin on yo sister
Loyal ass nigga swear to god I'll never switch up
Better wise up needa hurry up and listen
Know i pray to god Louie on me it be Christian

Heat up on my hip like I was staring at the sun
Smoking recreational and and now we having fun

Pull up to tha party
Pull up to tha party
F*ckin wit the thotties catch a couple bodies
Sexy Puerto Ricans
Ttwerkin on tha weekend
I be where tha treesh is
Bouta get the freak in
Bomb ass head
Call her Marvin tha Martian
Read between tha line bitch
Right within the margin
Tall ass bitch drink tha milk out the carton
Choppa on my side go to war like a spartan
Bullet through yo brain make a nigga go retarded
F*ckin on yo Jane lil nigga call me Tarzan

Walking wit da spray ground
Tatted on me lay down
I be on tha block selling rocks by tha 8 pound
Cops try to stop a nigga
Scrapping till he go down
Leave em wit no teeth
Got em looking like he A-Town

Bitch I don't go back and forth
Play yo heart like it was sports
Sending bullets at yo door
Leave yo body on tha porch
Always flexing now you sore
Louie and tha Michael and tha Michael Kors
Swear dis shit is timeless
Needa fix yo timing
Light skin shining like a diamond
Pressure on a nigga but a nigga stay grinding
Got my ride or dies got the hood right behind me
Always ready for war we never going in blindly