[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 n***as 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, n***a
Yea, I'm totin' something chunky and that lean keep me crumpy
I'll grab the pole from stumpy if it's spunky, n***a
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 n***as 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 n***as wanna smoke us
We ain't hiding, catch me in that land, come and throw something
[Verse 2: Armani DePaul]
Meanwhile, wocky in my soda and my team loud
Babygirl, you ain't my lover, you Billie Jean wild
Racist cop, black man workin', we pulled the beam out
Patient opp, we don't rap no more, that chopper sing now
Meanwhile, freeway froze, I take the routes now
Rush hour, steamway gold, I call it Juntao
Bro just hit a lick out in Houston, we got the juice now
Turn her out, then cut her off, she hella loose now
Heard the feds tapping my phone, I put the boots down
Thought I was a rapper, producer, a n***a shoot now
Yeah, yeah, I put the boots down
Thought I was a rapper, producer, a n***a shoot now

[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 n***as 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 n***as wanna smoke us
We ain't hiding, catch me in that land, come and throw something

[Verse 3: EBK Young Joc]
Boy, you dropped a half, when I spin I'm droppin' whole hundreds
Say you in the gang, you flippin' bowls, but you don't know nothin'
Psh, ah, and you know this
But anywho, I'm finna go pick up trap from this hoe bitch
Can't hang around you n***as, the shit y'all pullin' be some hoe shit
It's bands on the floor, gather my mans, we in motion
Ah, n***a, you be shootin' hoops
Really from the G, 2100, we got shooters too (That's Nightingale)
Pass me the blicky, no pump fakin', I'ma really shoot
Snakes and apes, welcome to the jungle, this is not a zoo
Ah, n***a, this is not a zoo
Snakes and apes, welcome to the jungle, this is not a zoo
[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 n***as 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 n***as wanna smoke us
We ain't hiding, catch me in that land, come and throw something