Jokes Up EBK Young Joc (Ft. Armani DePaul & Bris)

[Intro]
(Armani, this shit stuey, boy)

[Chorus: EBK Young Joc & Bris]
Joke—jokes up, lil baby, don't get your hopes up
Power break the Scat on Belair and do donuts
So what? I know these niggas wanna smoke us (Bris)
We ain't hiding, catch me in that land, come and throw something (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1: Bris]
Meanwhile I'm stacking money, I ain't hungry
If you hear my tummy, that's because that Cookie give me munchies, nigga
Yea, I'm totin' something chunky and that lean keep me crumpy
I'll grab the pole from stumpy if it's spunky, nigga
And I leave the whip in cruise when I hit the road
Had the dealer switch the platеs, then we ship the bowls
I lеft the stock in the stick, didn't really fit the pole
We gon' wipe his face with these Glocks and probably pick his nose
Test his gangster and go slide, that's a test drive
I don't think that boy a damu, his flag on left side
And I treat this Glock with TLC, I feel like Left Eye
I ain't never been the type to go hikin', but my check climb

[Chorus: EBK Young Joc]
Joke—jokes up, lil baby, don't get your hopes up
Power break the Scat on Belair and do donuts
So what? I know these niggas wanna smoke us
We ain't hiding, catch me in that land, come and throw something
Jokes up, lil baby, don't get your hopes up
Power break the Scat on Belair and do donuts
So what? I know these niggas wanna smoke us
We ain't hiding, catch me in that land, come and throw something