Looney Tune by EBK Young Joc Lyrics
[Intro]
Legend made another one
[Verse 1: EBK Young Joc]
Ain't no cap in my rap, I really done it (I really did it)
She said she got a fee, I ain't no P, but, baby run it (Ayy, run it up)
Was down on my dick, I turned nothin' into somethin'
The said the party dropped, we on our way to get it jumpin' (We on our way)
You know how we rock
Glock on me, these ain't got safety or a de-cock
Giddyup, bitch, giddyup, yeah, yee-haw
Okay, hold on, bring it back, let the beat drop
She said, "Joc, can you be my nigga?" I'm like I think not
No relationships
Blunt to the neck, you can't hit it, I be facin' shit
No. 2 pencil with this Glock, I'm erasin' shit
Playin' on my phone, acting like she want it, but can't take the dick
Your car smoking when you pull off, you can't race the whip
Pole on me, when I go to sleep, or I take a shit
Come up off that Rollie, brodie on 'em, we'll break your wrist
When we on the block, nobody slide, they don't take that risk
Put your cape on, if you want her, then come save this bitch
Pole on me, plus it's one behind me, me and Trey don't slip
Me and Trey don't slip
Pole on me, plus it's one behind me, me and Trey don't slip
[Verse 2: EBK Trey Blood]
I just seen a sucker blacked out, I had to drop ski
I'll shoot a nigga, then shoot a vid, I just call Ski
Before a sucker kill me off the juice, I might OD
I'll slap a nigga, and take his chain, I'm his OG
Ayy, ayy, I'm a big dog
I just caught a sucker out of bounds, now I'm pissed off
Police nigga tryna rap, oh, he Rick Ross
Bitches wanna fuck with no bucks, baby, get lost
Bitches wanna fuck with no fee, I'm like "What the fuck?"
You a dummy if you think we bout to knuckle up
If the boys ever get behind me, better buckle up
Cause Imma get to speedin' in the whip, really cuttin' up
Ayy, ayy, this a rollercoaster
Your dead homie in the grave prolly turnin' over
Every nigga with me play with chops, we some real soldiers
This ain't no fake designer baby, these the real loafers
This ain't no fake Perc, nigga, these the real 'scripts
I ain't never been on vacation, but take field trips
You probably never seen no dog food, but this a real brick
Every time you slide, somebody- shh, and that's real shit
Legend made another one
[Verse 1: EBK Young Joc]
Ain't no cap in my rap, I really done it (I really did it)
She said she got a fee, I ain't no P, but, baby run it (Ayy, run it up)
Was down on my dick, I turned nothin' into somethin'
The said the party dropped, we on our way to get it jumpin' (We on our way)
You know how we rock
Glock on me, these ain't got safety or a de-cock
Giddyup, bitch, giddyup, yeah, yee-haw
Okay, hold on, bring it back, let the beat drop
She said, "Joc, can you be my nigga?" I'm like I think not
No relationships
Blunt to the neck, you can't hit it, I be facin' shit
No. 2 pencil with this Glock, I'm erasin' shit
Playin' on my phone, acting like she want it, but can't take the dick
Your car smoking when you pull off, you can't race the whip
Pole on me, when I go to sleep, or I take a shit
Come up off that Rollie, brodie on 'em, we'll break your wrist
When we on the block, nobody slide, they don't take that risk
Put your cape on, if you want her, then come save this bitch
Pole on me, plus it's one behind me, me and Trey don't slip
Me and Trey don't slip
Pole on me, plus it's one behind me, me and Trey don't slip
[Verse 2: EBK Trey Blood]
I just seen a sucker blacked out, I had to drop ski
I'll shoot a nigga, then shoot a vid, I just call Ski
Before a sucker kill me off the juice, I might OD
I'll slap a nigga, and take his chain, I'm his OG
Ayy, ayy, I'm a big dog
I just caught a sucker out of bounds, now I'm pissed off
Police nigga tryna rap, oh, he Rick Ross
Bitches wanna fuck with no bucks, baby, get lost
Bitches wanna fuck with no fee, I'm like "What the fuck?"
You a dummy if you think we bout to knuckle up
If the boys ever get behind me, better buckle up
Cause Imma get to speedin' in the whip, really cuttin' up
Ayy, ayy, this a rollercoaster
Your dead homie in the grave prolly turnin' over
Every nigga with me play with chops, we some real soldiers
This ain't no fake designer baby, these the real loafers
This ain't no fake Perc, nigga, these the real 'scripts
I ain't never been on vacation, but take field trips
You probably never seen no dog food, but this a real brick
Every time you slide, somebody- shh, and that's real shit