Jokes up by Kenzo Balla Lyrics
[Intro: Kenzo Balla]
Grah Grah, like
Grah Grah boom
Grah
Every opp shot, Everything dead
Everybody K, MB MB
Like
[Verse 1: Kenzo Balla]
Catch a Hound, put him in a cage
Get back gang, I be spinning for days
Hop out shoot a nigga in his what?
Better run when I back out the K
Drippy demons I'm stuck in my ways
[?] he shooting like he in the 8th
Run down boom a nigga in his face
Chops out in my pocket not my waist
JB gang bitch we coming for wreck
Catch a Vato put him on his neck
Oh they say "Jet" ima back out the TEC
With this knocca I feel like a Vet
DOA be the gang better show some respect
We them niggas that's making them movies
Send shots fuck it now this goofy
Spin through the well trynna catch us a Whoopty
Evеry O shot nigga suck my dick
YGK every opp getting hit
Big GDK and wе smoking on Nick
And I'm LVK so it's mex in the spliff
If you dropping my 5 then I'm making it lit
Oh that's opps in the V ima up off that hit
Oh its 8th to the Gates so we taking that trip
5th to the Sev so we taking that risk like
Don't miss, keep flocking
Spin the hill ima up it and pop it
Who that? we drop it
[?]gettin hit in his noggin'
Roll up mexy mix him with the Rah rah
Nigga dummy went out for a baba
Spin the T's I'm toting on the choppa
Send shots get him tooken off the roster
[Verse 2: Swervo Flocca]
Not a game when I step in the spot
Mention bro ima let off some shots
Ran up rozay nigga ran off the block
Like, claiming he tough but I know that he not
On a mission, it get wicked beam on the chop and you know I can't miss it
Ballin like JB swipe him off the Hitlist
If I up it just know ima finish
Like smoking on lotti mix him with the Dummy
Sending shots if he hop like a bunny
Got left like a bitch and you know that shit funny
Keep a knocca cause shit can get ugly
Ima start sending shots at his hemmy
Smoking on Rah Rah mix him with the Dubski
You a hoe and you know you can't cuff me
Catch me a hit and leave the scene dusty
[Verse 3: King Slime]
Where the Vatos, we making it lit
Bitches beggin and we taking that trip
Ballin for JB and flocking for Rip
Moving tact got the knock on my hip
Better dump when the flocks in the whip
30 and better and hang out the clip
Boomin for blay see how greedy he get
MB up Ewok got the drip
Smoking on lotti, so what
He got poked, Jokes up
Mix him with Caine this shit gotta bust
Spin the 6 and I'm sending him up
40 barrettes yeah we keep it tucked
Run into me you gon run out of luck
Back up my knock and I'm letting it dump
Word to JB this not what they want
Niggas dissin i don't understand
They still ain't get back for their mans
Im ballin [?] I put on for the Fam
Hella shots when we spin through the land
38. and I know it won't jam
I see a opp ima up it on cam
He got hit in his head goddamn
Free all my demons thats locked in the Can
[Verse 4: TG Crippy
Big die Gz, DrillyK
5th to the Sev, we ain't coming to play
I got the knocca its right on my waist if he scream 8oh get shot in his face
LVK, niggas know when we spin somebody gotta go
Damian LV got hit in his throat, what be wrong he be talking the most like
We don't pop out, we show up
Trynna put a nigga on a poster
Doing drills on pills fuck sober
Bust to the blickys we gon dump till its over
And I hate when I shoot from a distance cause I usually like to get closer
5's on top we got it, its over
We them niggas that's ballin for JB
Glock with a beam and it came with no safety
Off a perc, I'm like who that
If [?} then I'm shooting like KD
Put a O in his back like Westbrook
Turn around we gon see how his chest look
He talking crazy fold him like a text book
Niggas mad cause my niggas is next up
DOA be the gang we them steppers
Niggas be mad we applying that pressure
Never lack keep a knock in this sweater
She try to line me I have my baretta
Where you at we can link up and mingle
[?] you tough got you put in a sweater
And I told you my niggas is next up
So I dare a nigga try to test us
Shots to his stomach or it hit his neck up
[Outro: TG Crippy]
LVK
Nigga YGK
NIgga OYK
NIgga OGK
NIgga suck my dick
Opps getting hit
EBK Bitch
Grah
Grah Grah, like
Grah Grah boom
Grah
Every opp shot, Everything dead
Everybody K, MB MB
Like
[Verse 1: Kenzo Balla]
Catch a Hound, put him in a cage
Get back gang, I be spinning for days
Hop out shoot a nigga in his what?
Better run when I back out the K
Drippy demons I'm stuck in my ways
[?] he shooting like he in the 8th
Run down boom a nigga in his face
Chops out in my pocket not my waist
JB gang bitch we coming for wreck
Catch a Vato put him on his neck
Oh they say "Jet" ima back out the TEC
With this knocca I feel like a Vet
DOA be the gang better show some respect
We them niggas that's making them movies
Send shots fuck it now this goofy
Spin through the well trynna catch us a Whoopty
Evеry O shot nigga suck my dick
YGK every opp getting hit
Big GDK and wе smoking on Nick
And I'm LVK so it's mex in the spliff
If you dropping my 5 then I'm making it lit
Oh that's opps in the V ima up off that hit
Oh its 8th to the Gates so we taking that trip
5th to the Sev so we taking that risk like
Don't miss, keep flocking
Spin the hill ima up it and pop it
Who that? we drop it
[?]gettin hit in his noggin'
Roll up mexy mix him with the Rah rah
Nigga dummy went out for a baba
Spin the T's I'm toting on the choppa
Send shots get him tooken off the roster
[Verse 2: Swervo Flocca]
Not a game when I step in the spot
Mention bro ima let off some shots
Ran up rozay nigga ran off the block
Like, claiming he tough but I know that he not
On a mission, it get wicked beam on the chop and you know I can't miss it
Ballin like JB swipe him off the Hitlist
If I up it just know ima finish
Like smoking on lotti mix him with the Dummy
Sending shots if he hop like a bunny
Got left like a bitch and you know that shit funny
Keep a knocca cause shit can get ugly
Ima start sending shots at his hemmy
Smoking on Rah Rah mix him with the Dubski
You a hoe and you know you can't cuff me
Catch me a hit and leave the scene dusty
[Verse 3: King Slime]
Where the Vatos, we making it lit
Bitches beggin and we taking that trip
Ballin for JB and flocking for Rip
Moving tact got the knock on my hip
Better dump when the flocks in the whip
30 and better and hang out the clip
Boomin for blay see how greedy he get
MB up Ewok got the drip
Smoking on lotti, so what
He got poked, Jokes up
Mix him with Caine this shit gotta bust
Spin the 6 and I'm sending him up
40 barrettes yeah we keep it tucked
Run into me you gon run out of luck
Back up my knock and I'm letting it dump
Word to JB this not what they want
Niggas dissin i don't understand
They still ain't get back for their mans
Im ballin [?] I put on for the Fam
Hella shots when we spin through the land
38. and I know it won't jam
I see a opp ima up it on cam
He got hit in his head goddamn
Free all my demons thats locked in the Can
[Verse 4: TG Crippy
Big die Gz, DrillyK
5th to the Sev, we ain't coming to play
I got the knocca its right on my waist if he scream 8oh get shot in his face
LVK, niggas know when we spin somebody gotta go
Damian LV got hit in his throat, what be wrong he be talking the most like
We don't pop out, we show up
Trynna put a nigga on a poster
Doing drills on pills fuck sober
Bust to the blickys we gon dump till its over
And I hate when I shoot from a distance cause I usually like to get closer
5's on top we got it, its over
We them niggas that's ballin for JB
Glock with a beam and it came with no safety
Off a perc, I'm like who that
If [?} then I'm shooting like KD
Put a O in his back like Westbrook
Turn around we gon see how his chest look
He talking crazy fold him like a text book
Niggas mad cause my niggas is next up
DOA be the gang we them steppers
Niggas be mad we applying that pressure
Never lack keep a knock in this sweater
She try to line me I have my baretta
Where you at we can link up and mingle
[?] you tough got you put in a sweater
And I told you my niggas is next up
So I dare a nigga try to test us
Shots to his stomach or it hit his neck up
[Outro: TG Crippy]
LVK
Nigga YGK
NIgga OYK
NIgga OGK
NIgga suck my dick
Opps getting hit
EBK Bitch
Grah