Kay Flock, Swervo Flocca, TG Crippy, Meexhie B - Jokes Up lyrics

(Elvis) katarenai nemurenai toroimerai
Anata no miteru shoutai (Grrah-grrah, like)
Daremo yomenai karute (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Fukashigi shiritai dake
(How many times you want me
To say this? Muddy)
Katarenai nemurenai toroimerai
(Grrah, every opp shot)
Anata no miteru shoutai
(Everything dead, everybody k)
Daremo yomenai karute (MB-MB, like)
Fukashigi shiritai dake

Catch a Hound, put him in a cage
(Put him in a what?)
Get back gang, I be spinnin' for days
(We be spinnin' for days)
Hop out, shoot a nigga in his what?
(Shoot him in his what?)
Better run when I back out the 'K
(When I back out the K)


Drippy demons, I'm stuck in my ways
(I'm stuck in my ways)
Moochi, he shooting like hе in the 8th
(Like he in thе 8th)
Run down, boom a nigga in his face
(Grrah-grrah, boom)
Chops out, in my pocket, not my waist
(Like, what?)
JB gang, bitch, we coming for wreck (JB Gang)
Catch a Vato, put him on his neck (LVK)
Oh they say, "Jet", i'ma back out the TEC
(I'ma back out the TEC)
With this knocker, I feel like a Vet'
(I feel like a Vet')
DOA be the gang, better show some respect
(DOA)
We them niggas that's making them movies
(Making them movies)
Send shots, fuck it now this goofy
(Flock at his goofy) spin through the Well
Tryna catch us a Whoopty
(tryna catch us a, what?)
Every O shot, nigga, suck my dick
(Nigga, suck my dick)
YGK, every opp getting hit
(Every opp getting hit)
Big GDK, and we smoking on Nick
(Smoking on Nick)
And I'm LVK, so it's Mex' in the spliff
(So it's Mex in the, what?)
If you dropping my 5, then I'm making it lit
(And I'm makin' it lit)
Oh, that's opps in the V
I'ma up off that hit (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Oh, it's 8th to the Gates
So we taking that trip
(And we taking that trip)
5th to the Sev, so we taking that risk, like
(Taking that risk)
Don't miss, keep flockin' (Keep flockin')
Spin the hill, i'ma up it and pop it
(I'ma up it and pop it)
Who that? We drop it (We drop it)
Catch Good Day, get hit in his noggin'
(Get hit in his what?)
Roll up Mexxy, mix him with the Rah Rah
(Mix him with the Rah Rah)
Nigga, Dummy went out for a baba
(He went out for a baba)
Spin the T's, I'm totin' on the chopper
(Totin' on the chopper)
Send shots, get him tooken off the roster
(Get him tooken off the roster)

Not a game when I step in the spot (Baow)
Mention bro, i'ma let off some shots
(Baow, baow, baow)
Ran up Rozay, nigga ran off the block
(Like, what?) like, claiming he tough but I
Know that he not (Pussy)
On a mission, it get wicked
Beam on the chop and you know I can't miss it
(Grrah-grrah)
Ballin' like JB, swipe him off the Hitlist
(Grrah-grrah)
If I up it, just know i'ma finish
(Grrah-grrah) like, smokin' on Lotti
Mix him with the Dummy (Damn)
Sending shots if he hop like a Bunny
(Like what?) got left like a bitch and
You know that shit funny (Stupid)
Keep a knocker 'cause this shit can get ugly
(Damn) i'ma start sending shots at his hemmy
(His what?)
Smoking on Rah Rah, mix him with the Dubskii
(Baow, baow, baow)
You a hoe and you know you can't cuff me
(Can't cuff me)
Catch me a hit and leave the scene dusty

Where the Vatos? We making it lit
(Grrah, grrah)
Bitches beggin' and we taking that trip
Ballin' for JB, and flockin' for Rip
Moving tact', got the knock on my hip
Better dump when the Flocks in the whip
30 and better and hang out the clip
Boomin' for Blay, see how gritty it get
(Grrah, grrah)
MB up, Ewokk got the drip (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Smoking on Lotti, so what? (So what?)
He got poked, jokes up
Mix him with Caine, this shit gotta bust
Spin the Six and I'm sendin' him up (Gang)
Fourty barrettes, yeah, we keep it tucked
(Grrah)
Run into me, you gon' run out of luck
(Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom)
Back out my knock, and I'm letting it dump
Word to JB, this not what they want
Niggas dissin', i don't understand
(I'on get it)
They still ain't get back for they mans
I'm ballin' on court, I put on for the fam
(MBM)
Hell of shots when we spin through they land
(DOA, DOA) 38 and I know it won't jam
I see a opp, i'ma up it on cam' (On cam)
He got hit in his head, goddamn (Goddamn)
Free all my demons that's locked in the can
(Gang, gang, gang)

Big die Gz, DrillyK
5th to the Sev', we ain't coming to play
(We ain't comin' to play)
I got the knocka, it's right on
My waist, if he scream, "8-OH"
Get shot in his face (If you scream, "8-OH")
LVK, niggas know
When we spin somebody gotta go
(Grrah-grrah, boom)
Damien LV got hit in his throat
(He got hit in his throat)
What be wrong, he be talking the most, like
(Why the fuck)
We don't pop out, we show up (We show up)
Tryna put a nigga on a poster
(Grrah-grrah, boom)
Doing drills on pills, fuck sober
(Fuck sober) bust to the Blickys
We gon' dump 'til it's over
(We gon' dump 'til it's over)
And I hate when I shoot from a distance
(Facts) 'Cause I usually like to get closer
5's on top, we got it, it's over (It's over)
We them niggas that's ballin' for JB (Gang)
Glock wit' a beam, and it came with no safety
Off a perc', I'm like, "Who that?"
(Who that?)
If I'm moving wock, then I'm shooting like KD
(KD) put an O in his back like Westbrook
(Westbrook)
Turn around, we gon' see how his chest look
(Chest look)
He talking crazy, fold him like a text book
(Like a text book)
Niggas mad 'cause my niggas is next up
(Next up) dOA be the gang, we them steppers
Niggas be mad we applying that pressure
(Applyin' that pressure)
Never lack, keep a knock in this sweater
(Keep a knock in this sweater)
She try to line me, I have my baretta
(yeah, I have my Barretta)
Where you at? We can link up and mingle
(Link up, and mingle)
Thinkin' you tough, got you put in a sweater
(In a sweater)
And I told you, "My niggas is next up"
(Next up) so I dare a nigga try to test us
(Try to test us)
Shots hit stomach or it hit his neck up
(Or it hit his neck up)

LVK nigga, YGK
Nigga, OYK nigga, OGK
Nigga, suck my dick opps getting hit
EBK, bitch grrah
Katarenai nemurenai toroimerai
Anata no miteru shoutai
Daremo yomenai karute
Fukashigi shiritai dake
Katarenai nemurenai toroimerai
Anata no miteru shoutai