[Intro: Pop Smoke, Tayy Floss & Dread Woo]
This Is Joezee
(Uhh-uh) Woo, (Uhh-uh), woo, (Uhh-uh) woo (Uh?)
(Uhh-uh) 092MLB (Grrt)
I make a call and it's war, huh?
It's 09s to the Clocc's, man
Run up, get done up, n***a (Uhh-uh)
Spin the block, n***a (Grrt)
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
09, 100 Clocc's, we really do this shit, n***a (Skrrt)
What's up n***a? GDK, n***a
It's that 100 Cloccs shit, man
We really do this, n***a
What's up, n***a? Spin the block, grrt, GDK
(All I know is you better have your vest)
(All that gangsta shit, I put it to test)
Uh
[Verse 1: Pop Smoke & Tayy Floss]
Step on the field, watch 'em crumble (Crumble, brr)
Talkin' for what, but you ain't put no work (Skrr, skrr)
All that talk but you ain't wanna rumble (Rumble, grrt)
Knuckle up, or get put on a shirt (Bah, bah, bah)
Send shots, hit you and your uncle (Uncle, gah)
Talkin' for what but you ain't been the first (Grrt)
Sauce drip like I stepped in a puddle (Puddle, bah, bah)
Don't be fooled by these frames, get left in the dirt (Ha, ha)
Yeah, I'm not with the talkin' or linkin' shit, (Gah, hey) disrespect, n***a lit (No, no, no)
I just stick to the breesh (Pow, pow), lay low 'cause these n***as be ignorant (Grrt)
Friday, I'm hittin' shit (Baow), where I'm parkin' my V's like this (Skrrt, skrrt, baow, baow)
Flatbush got me stuck on a bracelet (Bracelet)
Tell the DA, "I ain't writing no statements" (No, no no, no)
Big boot, have you stuck in the pavement (Blah, blah)
Talkin' the books, have you wait for arraignment
Tellin' them lies (Brrt), I can't give 'em the facts
Balmains, keep a Nina attached (Stra-, strapped)
Big body where I'm packin' my MAC (Yeah)
Big 092, but I stay with a MAC (Yeah, yeah, bah)
Spinned through my block, but you ain't do shit (Bah, bah)
Say you got chops, but you ain't shoot shit
Come to my block, we keep two grips (No)
Call the real choppers, we spin in two whips (Spin the block)
[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Tayy Floss]
N***as talk, for what?
They know, we bend blocks, for sure (Uhh-uh), shoot what, shoot who?
Caught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?
Don't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots
Don't give a fuck who flock, get your hoe shot up (Bah, bah)
[Verse 2: Tayy Floss & Pop Smoke]
Certain n***as if you touch that'll get you brushed (Uhh-uh, bah, bah)
I ain't talkin' no bluff, run up, try your luck (Uhh-uh, skrrt)
Shooters in the club, ready to gun bust (Ready to gun bust, you know what's up uhh-uh)
You know what's up, keep my Drac' tucked ain't no runnin' up (Bah, bah, uhh-uh, bah)
Hundreds in the bag, you know how the Clocc's move (How the Clocc's move, uhh-uh)
When I see a opp treesh (Uhh-uh), yeah, she scream, "Woo"
All my n***as on the road, tryna eat food (Uhh-uh)
Cook it up, couple tracks, I'm the new fuse (Uhh-uhh-uh, skrrt)
Switch it up, now I'm back on that trap shit (Uhh-uhh-uh, on that trap)
Hit the block, hit the road, get it back, swift (Get it back, swift, Uhh-uh, get it back)
Had to bake half the work, make it backflip (Uhh-uh, make it backflip)
Posted up on that block, for that package (Uhh-uh, skrrt)
Shooters on call, this ain't no practice (Uhh-uh, bah, bah)
Act quick, at your dome with that MAC stiff (Grr)
Fast whip, spin your block, know you're tragic (Uhh-uh, skrrt, skrrt)
Bitches know Floss with, all my Woo's trappin' (Woo)
Ain't no average
09 (09) to the Clocc's, all my n***as on point for that action (Uhh-uh)
And we packin' (Blah), sick a n***a if he jackin' that he stackin' (Uhh-uh, GD-K)
Know my n***a savage
Skinny n***a, but my pockets full of cabbage (Uhh-uh, breesh)
Folk treesh from the floss, so they average (Uhh-uh)
Blue cheese make these bitches throw they ass, quick (Uhh-uh)
Now I'm on top (Give me that), hands out for the little six (Uhh-uh, nah)
Man these n***as sick (Uhh-uh)
Would they ask for the sauce, if you ain't post the pic' of your latest shits (Brr, brr, never, Uhh-uh)
Can't get the drip (Uhh-uh)
N***as came for the sauce, that'll get you clipped, careful with the four-fifth (Bah, bah, bah, Uhh-uh, no)
Hunnid doors kicked (Grrt) keys in the cut (Uhh)
Don't try your luck (Don't try your luck, couple shots), couple shots to your gut (Uhh-uh, grrt)
Told my n***as, "Ain't no lettin' up" (Uhh-uh, Bao-, baow, glah, glah)
One call and I bet my shooters lift you up (Grrr)
[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Tayy Floss]
N***as talk, for what? (Bah, bah, bah)
They know, we bend blocks, for sure (Uhh-uh), shoot what, shoot who? (Uhh-uh)
Caught in the road, that pole give you two shots (Uhh-uh), who hot? (Uhh-uh)
Don't give a fuck who block (Uhh-uh), free Clax, free Shots (Uhh-uh)
Don't give a fuck who flock, get your hoe shot up
[Outro: Tayy Floss]
You already know it's that 100 Clocc's shit, man
N***a, we out here, n***a
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout
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