This Shit Ain't A Joke Lyrics

Yea

Yea, yea, yea, yea

Shhhh

This shit ain't a joke, I been rapping some like six years

Pretty bitch, a Coca Cola body

I'm like"come here"

Homie left his backdoor open, might fuck round and run in

Just to show him some

Watch your back, this ain't no soda run

Brody think it's sweet, pouring syrup bro you owe me one

I could have your bitch and her best friends on a four-on-one

I don't need a fastbreak

I approach her, then she show me some

Girl put in your number

When I call that, better pick up

Nonchalant, my bitches hate me, I don't text back

She tell me she want me all over her but I ain't like that

I'll put my dick up in your mouth, give you some to bite at

She say she like me when I'm mad at her, bitch you crazy as hell

I'm sippin' liquor like it's juice, bitch, I'm lazy as hell

When I walk up in the party, just want something to feel

White ho like a lil' molly, tryna find her a pill

I need a thirty pack or more, better give me a steal

Think if I got on the Percs I'd be a bad guy

Ain't no twenty three, I'd over-d, bitch I would blackout

Girl said she don't know what she see in me

(What the, what the fuck is she talking bout?)

Bitch, this ain't the movies, you don't like it, don't be seen with me

My life like a movie, cut the pack, that's like a scene to me

Moving down the e-way, hundred something with the GLE

Couple dozen rounds up in the closet like a murder scene

I stay super quiet, if you talk best be about currency

I don't got no time to tell your bitch that that's how I feel

Really wanna hear me?

Read my raps, that's how I really heal

Pop another addy, sip some liquor, I get stimmy chills

These songs don't write themselves, this shit gotta come from somewhere

These songs don't come from nothing, this shit gotta come from somewhere

This shit ain't a joke, I been rapping some like six years

Pretty bitch, a Coca Cola body

I'm like"come here"

Homie left his backdoor open, might fuck round and run in

Just to show him some

Watch your back, this ain't no soda run

Brody think it's sweet, pouring syrup bro you owe me one

I could have your bitch and her best friends on a four-on-one

I don't need a fastbreak

I approach her, then she show me some

Girl put in your number

When I call that, better pick up