No Jokes

[Verse 1: Lincoln]
(B Team baby)
(Let's do this)
Yeah, we about to go in
(Ayy, yuh)
At B-ball it's floater gang
At the club is sober gang
Slept on us now they know the name (know the name)
I'm a therapist so I know your pain (pain)
But your flow is hella whack
With the bars and the stellar track
We come up with the K.O
Showcase the insane flow
Bout to make it rain though
Got gold like a rainbow
3 musketeers
With these raps we is busting ears (ears)
Kicking smoke now the dust appear (appear)
(Yeah, ayy, ayy, yuh)
Click clack
It's a mismatch (ayy)
Better get that
'Fore I hit that (ayy)
Never quit that
Glock with that
Cut the chitchat (ayy)
Beat bit that
Switch back
Break like a Kit-Kat
(Kit-Kat, Kit-Kat, Kit-Kat, Kit-Kat, kit kit Kit-Kat, Kit-Kat)
(Uh, yo, ayy)

[Chorus: Jordan]
She knows what I'm doing with the old tracks
She knows what I'm doing with the new slaps
She knows I've been tryna keep it on the low
When I pull up on your block there will be no jokes
No jokes, no jokes, no jokes (no jokes)
No jokes, no jokes, no jokes (no jokes)
(Never heard of em)
[Verse 2: Lincoln]
I got the drive and you mad in the backseat
Running this up you can call it a track meet
I am the star, there's no way you can pass me
Whipping the 'Rari, you call for a taxi
(Yessir)
Always on the grind, I am quite focused
Call me the White Locus
I could beat you with my eyes closed
Get your mind blown
I'm in every single place at once call me a timezone
I been sipping thorns and breaking open kitchen doors
Wishing more, while f-ing on your ***** and *****
Hear these bars and you know that these slap
Say that you don't like 'em and I shoot you in your kneecap
(Skraaaa)
Nobody knows how I might behave
I always stay poppin' like lasagna in the microwave (yessir)

[Chorus: Jordan]
She knows what I'm doing with the old tracks
She knows what I'm doing with the new slaps (waves)
She knows I've been tryna keep it on the low
When I pull up on your block there will be no jokes (good)
No jokes, no jokes, no jokes
No jokes, no jokes, no jokes
(Ayy shoutout Caldwell, that's my coach)
She knows what I'm doing with the old tracks
She knows what I'm doing with the new slaps
She knows I've been tryna keep it on the low
When I pull up on your block there will be no jokes
No jokes, no jokes, no jokes
No jokes, no jokes, no jokes
No jokes, no jokes, no jokes
No jokes, no jokes, no jokes
(Haha, that's my coach)