F Iz Ah Joint

[Chorus]
Uh
Rollin' up 'Woods, what the fuck is a joint?
It was hollows inside it, he takin' them points
I fuck yo' bitch just to make me a point (Heal)
Nigga don't want no beef, we be eatin' sirloin
He ain't gettin' no paper, I think he like coin
My bitch fuckin' a bitch and I think I might join
Suckin' my Glock 'cause it's right by my groin

[Verse]
Yeah, she suckin' the dick, she know what I be doin'
I be gettin' to the money, you niggas ain't knowin'
Whippin' this bitch, a V-12, fuck the owner
I'm always outside, but fuck 12 and Corona
You cough on a thot and a bitch is not showin'
She can not get shit if the bitch is not hoin'
He grippin' the stick but the bitch is not blowin'
Got hit in his shit 'cause that nigga not totin'
Ayy, bust down a bitch then I bust down a play
You need some cake? I got one thousand ways
If you fuckin' with me then you fuckin' with pay
That bitch fuckin' for free, no, I ain't finna pay
Fuckin' with gang, get yo' candle lit, bitch, get to icin' that boy and then blow out his cake
Yeah, her nigga had her, she was playin' my shit, got the nigga so mad, smack this bitch in the face
Ball hard, bitch, I don't need a headband
Got me ashin' on two-hunnid-dollar sweatpants
Got my right hand man shootin' out the left hand in the passenger seat with a 10 FN
Bitch wanna fuck, but she don't got the bucks
On the way back home, I'ma tell her, "Good luck"
Man, these bitches be broke than a muh'fuckin' Crush
I do not fuck with them, say they never discuss
Said she tryna get lunch (Heh), so it's her in the back and my Glock in the front
Now we back at the crib and she think I'm the one
Got yo' bitch off the shits, shoot more shots than a gun
And these niggas be talkin' like they gon' blow sum'
But they do not want none, this smo-smoke in my lungs
Put a hole in yo' lungs, smo-smoke in my gun
Got a ARP, that bitch bigger than Pun (No joke)
Don't talk to me, nigga, just bite yo' tongue
Think the cat got that bitch how these niggas say nun'
And be talkin' 'bout money, but ain't gettin' none
Boy, this clip hold a hunnid, you ain't gettin' one
You'll be lucky if you catch like fifty and don't catch like sixty from outta that pump
Dumpin' that bitch like I'm out in the front, you hear me pullin' up before I even come
I'm on that loud shit, what's in the front?
Come take a look and get stuffed up in that
FN hold twenty, it's stuffed up in that
These ain't no rubber bullets, mm, stuff up in that
Smoke that lil' boy, get to bustin' his ass
And then roll up some wood, he get puffed up in that (*Cough*)
Boy, I be chokin' off gas while yo' bitch suckin' dick, she be chokin' off that
Niggas be federal, posin' on apps
It ain't that sad if he 'posed to get whacked
Nigga want smoke then he 'posed to get that
You can get yo' ass hit, you just 'posed to hit back
We in the Hummer, like soldiers in that
All these cans in this car, look like Colas in that
Finna hop out the car with the pogo and that
You get shot and then fall out yo' Polo and hat

[Chorus]
Uh
Rollin' up 'Woods, what the fuck is a joint?
It was hollows inside it, he takin' them points
I fuck yo' bitch just to make me a point
Nigga don't want no beef, we be eatin' sirloin
He ain't gettin' no paper, I think he like coin
My bitch fuckin' a bitch and I think I might join
Suckin' my Glock 'cause it's right by my groin