Laugh a Lot EBK Young Joc

[Intro]
Brr, brr

[Verse]
Boy you better duck yo' shit when this Glock pop
.20's turn him to a [?] ass in the chop-shop
Pull up to his spot, ding-dong, nigga, knock-knock
Stop asking "what's the price?" 'cause he broke, he ain't finna cop
Know I'm doin' the dash in a scat, got me spillin' drop
I'm poppin' percies' back-to-back, they say I need to stop
You ain't shot nobody nigga, come on, it's time to beat a block
I hate when niggas talk reckless like they done seen a lot
We play with .40's over here, don't do the [?]
Well baby can't get nothin' from me, I just feed her cock
Uh, Sheesh, they say I laugh too much
Goofy nigga, but don't play me for no Daphy-duck
She shakin' ass to my song, watch her back it up
Unc' in the kitchen he cookin (shhh) while I bag it up
Brody said "the poles just landed, we finna wrap it up"
He thought we was tusslin', seen the blicky, got to backin' up

[Bridge]
Suckas say they Slime, but they lyin' got me crackin' up
Ayy, got me crackin' up
Suckas say they Slime, but they lyin' got me crackin' up
Ayy, got me crackin up