Joke’s Up 22Gz
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[Intro]
Blicky, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky
Treesh, treesh
(Mom, MoneyEvery's making beats again)
Gang, gang
[Chorus]
My drip come from overseas, my bitch come from overseas (Treesh, treesh)
Whip foreign, push to start, I don't even need a key (Skrrt, skrrt)
We smoking Runtz, bro just rolled another splee
I'm moving spicy, I make it hot (Blicky, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky), but all my chains on freeze
My drip come from overseas (Drip), my bitch come from overseas
Whip foreign, push to start, I don't even need a key (Skrrt, skrrt)
We smoking Runtz (Joke's up), bro just rolled another splee (Gang, gang, gang)
I'm moving spicy, I make it hot (Blicky, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky), but all my chains on freezе
[Verse 1]
Ice cold (Drip), she tell mе I'm ice cold (It ain't even like that, though)
Draco, I'm toting the micro (Bow, bow, bow, bow, micro)
Treesha? Hell nah, we don't wife those (Treesh, treesh, treesh)
Michael, diamonds dancing like Michael (Ha-ha-ha, Jackson)
Hop out a foreign whip, I'm with a foreign bitch (I'm with a foreign bitch, treesh, treesh)
Louis and Christian Dior, they can't afford to dress (They can't afford this shit)
Balenci', Versace, Amiri, I cop it, I want the shit (Drip, drip)
And I keep a blick in my pocket, I'm booted, I'm off the shit
Blicky, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky
Treesh, treesh
(Mom, MoneyEvery's making beats again)
Gang, gang
[Chorus]
My drip come from overseas, my bitch come from overseas (Treesh, treesh)
Whip foreign, push to start, I don't even need a key (Skrrt, skrrt)
We smoking Runtz, bro just rolled another splee
I'm moving spicy, I make it hot (Blicky, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky), but all my chains on freeze
My drip come from overseas (Drip), my bitch come from overseas
Whip foreign, push to start, I don't even need a key (Skrrt, skrrt)
We smoking Runtz (Joke's up), bro just rolled another splee (Gang, gang, gang)
I'm moving spicy, I make it hot (Blicky, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky), but all my chains on freezе
[Verse 1]
Ice cold (Drip), she tell mе I'm ice cold (It ain't even like that, though)
Draco, I'm toting the micro (Bow, bow, bow, bow, micro)
Treesha? Hell nah, we don't wife those (Treesh, treesh, treesh)
Michael, diamonds dancing like Michael (Ha-ha-ha, Jackson)
Hop out a foreign whip, I'm with a foreign bitch (I'm with a foreign bitch, treesh, treesh)
Louis and Christian Dior, they can't afford to dress (They can't afford this shit)
Balenci', Versace, Amiri, I cop it, I want the shit (Drip, drip)
And I keep a blick in my pocket, I'm booted, I'm off the shit
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