Joker

[Intro: Chris Rock & Will Smith]
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
Glahh, boom!

[Chorus]
Nigga don’t be dumb
He get hit with the strap and the strap in her back (glaah-glaah, boom)
Now they both hurtin'
Beam on his face like he work in a circus (glah-glah)
Body like Riri, cause shawty could work it
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 (glah-glah)
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)

[Verse]
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 (glah-glah)
She a bop, doing my twists
Only want money don’t care bout a diss (glah-glah, 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 (Why they think that?)
Free the loco the brodie on timing
Know the routine we pull up and start wildin' (Wildin')
Blues Clues niggas is hiding (Hidin')
Member them days I was running from sirens (sirens)
41 on my back is you riding (riding, damn)
Brodie gon pass up that audi (audi, boom)
If ion oot know my shooters beside me
If I got shh, Imma rub him like Bounty (yeah)
He wanna smoke he got put into elements
He got put in the trunk, elephant
Pen to my paper it’s giving me presidents (givin me presidents, like)
Live on a net like that boy is a resident (boy is a resident, like)
I won’t stop til I get back a lick
Like, niggas they all on my dick
And a beam on his face like a tick
Jump him like Jordan, beat em out his kicks, what

[Chorus]
Nigga don’t be dumb
He get hit with the strap and the strap in her back
Now they both hurtin'
Beam on his face like he work in a circus (like, what, like what)
Body like Riri, cause shawty could work it (Like, damn)
Off the d’usse you know I go cool
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? (Like, what)
Spin in a renty might slide with a bitch or two (Like, glah)
And that boy he got left he in critical
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 (glrrt, boom)

[Outro: Chris Rock & Will Smith]
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