Jøker (Feat. 41)

Wow dude it was a G.I Jane joke (Hmm, nah, turn that up) YOUNG MADZ Keep my wife's name out your FUCKING MOUTH (Grahh, boom!) Nigga don't be dumb He get hit with the strap and the strap in her back Now they both hurtin' (Grahh-Grahh, boom!) Beam on his face like he work in a circus Body like Riri, cause shawty could work it (Grahh-Grahh) Off the d'usse you know I go Ku Like, .40 gon blow like a flute Bitch on my body she ready to oot And they calling me Woody the tool in my shoe Light it up see what that Smith'n do How you claiming the shit that you didn't do? Spin in the renty might slide with a bitch or two (Damn) And that boy he got left he in critical (Grahh-Grahh) And they say I can't walk with a gun But I can't be caught up without it Slide to the function let's see if you bout it He moving Wock make him drip like a fountain (Boom) He feeling drippy bullets make him drip (Drip, like) Like, he think he look like a spliff Dr. Miami that shot to your lip (lip, like) And they know that I'm Mrs. Extendo the clip (DANG) You can't tell I'm a bitch But these bitches they love me I don't give a shit (Grahh-Grahh) She a bop, doing my twists Only want money don't care bout a diss (Grahh-Grahh, boom) Like damn, sending out shots so I think I'm a bartender Bullets gon shot him up chop it up .40 gon wet em up like I'm a gardener (gardener, like) I be paranoid watch how you move (damn) One false move and I'm ready to oot I be clutching my nine can get turned into food Like no wonder they think I'm a dude (Grahh) Niggas steady false claiming Shot six times (¿Where the fuck was you aiming?) Stomped your ass out, then went straight to the stu' Made me tell everybody the shit you don't do (shit you don't do) Nigga mad, 'cause I know the truth Like, don't make me show them the proof Then you hit me up asking me how I been like Shut the fuck up, or i'ma have to spin And bitch at this point I'm getting really tired of you Steady texting, I've already said bye to you But this ain't about, 'cause then you'll feel special I don't care what you say I know I'm in your mental I'm getting off topic, let's go back with a switch That niggas a pussy, and his bro's a bitch I heard that, that nigga was a fuckin' snitch And if we catch him lackin', he's gon be in a ditch You keep on runnin', you better not trip On shot to your body, we gon make your ass drip You a clown, you belong in a circus Got hit too hard, now you can't even focus If you walk, you get three to the chest If you talk, you get that and the rest If you walk up, you better wear a vest You think you a gangsta?, let's put that to the test Spray on his body, fill him up with lead I'll make sure all your homies see red Lay his ass down, he won't be in a bed And I won't be at peace, till all the opps are dead Keep my wife's name out your fucking mouth Wow dude it was a G.I Jane joke Keep my wife's name out your FUCKING MOUTH