Joe just got home you know what's up with us
They say pressure bust pipes we bust a lot of guts
And I be out my mind no I don't give a f*ck
Pass down his block, I'm not the one
Bitch, I'm quick to bust
I be that little red nigga
Call me Baby Joe
Been full of pills and flash off
But I'll crash though
The difference between me and your nigga
Bitch, I live that
I catch him stopping by that hoe
And push his wig back
Dirty sticks that hang out the bottom of glocks
Ain't got no love for no nigga we punish ops
I show my teeth and I throw my fours at the cops
Put bread on your head
Them shooters they gonna pop
Go all in, go all ten
F*ck her she get blocked
She ate my dick don't eat no pussy
I laugh in the bang
I got my strap under the pillow
Where I break her back
Shit, finger f*ck the the glock
And make her brother fall back
Chorus:
Joe just got home you know what's up with us
They say pressure bust pipes we bust a lot of guts
And I be out my mind no I don't give a f*ck
Hanging out the windows, blocking on
I'm quick to bust
Verse: 2
And if he play some games
Shit, we gonna beat him up
Shit, red call, all of y'all
Drive and he gonna duck
We got the hammer riding with us
The three we keep it tucked
So your little home boy jumping
Make him eat the dust
Get full of Jocing
We pick him off in a pick up truck
We bang 30 on my end
I tell them free
Bullets set off niggas got hit
Now on the case
Now all your niggas pointing fingers
Call you bitches fraud
Now if you boxing he going to jump
Man, free my f*cking dog
Shit, catch you bitches one by one
Behind that f*cking wall
Ain't got no heart, them bitches pussy
Step on all of y'all
The bean fall of the bottom
Once you see the glock
Don't like no 50s I like 30s
I just copped me two
You're very smart, that 6 to 4
And they will go through you
And 6 lacking so what you trying to do?
The three in the ruger what's the f*cking mood?
We going to hold up back street
Pressure with the glock
Tell play it smart
Hop out and you kill the block
Tell play it smart
Hop out and you kill the block
Tell play it smart
Hop out and you kill the block
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Joe just got home you know what's up with us
They say pressure bust pipes we bust a lot of guts
And I be out my mind no I don't give a f*ck
Pass down his block, I'm not the one
Bitch, I'm quick to bust
I be that little red nigga
Call me Baby Joe
Been full of pills and flash off
But I'll crash though
The difference between me and your nigga
Bitch, I live that
I catch him stopping by that hoe
And push his wig back
Dirty sticks that hang out the bottom of glocks
Ain't got no love for no nigga we punish ops
I show my teeth and I throw my fours at the cops
Put bread on your head
Them shooters they gonna pop
Go all in, go all ten
F*ck her she get blocked
She ate my dick don't eat no pussy
I laugh in the bang
I got my strap under the pillow
Where I break her back
Shit, finger f*ck the the glock
And make her brother fall back
Chorus:
Joe just got home you know what's up with us
They say pressure bust pipes we bust a lot of guts
And I be out my mind no I don't give a f*ck
Hanging out the windows, blocking on
I'm quick to bust
Verse: 2
And if he play some games
Shit, we gonna beat him up
Shit, red call, all of y'all
Drive and he gonna duck
We got the hammer riding with us
The three we keep it tucked
So your little home boy jumping
Make him eat the dust
Get full of Jocing
We pick him off in a pick up truck
We bang 30 on my end
I tell them free
Bullets set off niggas got hit
Now on the case
Now all your niggas pointing fingers
Call you bitches fraud
Now if you boxing he going to jump
Man, free my f*cking dog
Shit, catch you bitches one by one
Behind that f*cking wall
Ain't got no heart, them bitches pussy
Step on all of y'all
The bean fall of the bottom
Once you see the glock
Don't like no 50s I like 30s
I just copped me two
You're very smart, that 6 to 4
And they will go through you
And 6 lacking so what you trying to do?
The three in the ruger what's the f*cking mood?
We going to hold up back street
Pressure with the glock
Tell play it smart
Hop out and you kill the block
Tell play it smart
Hop out and you kill the block
Tell play it smart
Hop out and you kill the block
They say pressure bust pipes we bust a lot of guts
And I be out my mind no I don't give a f*ck
Pass down his block, I'm not the one
Bitch, I'm quick to bust
I be that little red nigga
Call me Baby Joe
Been full of pills and flash off
But I'll crash though
The difference between me and your nigga
Bitch, I live that
I catch him stopping by that hoe
And push his wig back
Dirty sticks that hang out the bottom of glocks
Ain't got no love for no nigga we punish ops
I show my teeth and I throw my fours at the cops
Put bread on your head
Them shooters they gonna pop
Go all in, go all ten
F*ck her she get blocked
She ate my dick don't eat no pussy
I laugh in the bang
I got my strap under the pillow
Where I break her back
Shit, finger f*ck the the glock
And make her brother fall back
Chorus:
Joe just got home you know what's up with us
They say pressure bust pipes we bust a lot of guts
And I be out my mind no I don't give a f*ck
Hanging out the windows, blocking on
I'm quick to bust
Verse: 2
And if he play some games
Shit, we gonna beat him up
Shit, red call, all of y'all
Drive and he gonna duck
We got the hammer riding with us
The three we keep it tucked
So your little home boy jumping
Make him eat the dust
Get full of Jocing
We pick him off in a pick up truck
We bang 30 on my end
I tell them free
Bullets set off niggas got hit
Now on the case
Now all your niggas pointing fingers
Call you bitches fraud
Now if you boxing he going to jump
Man, free my f*cking dog
Shit, catch you bitches one by one
Behind that f*cking wall
Ain't got no heart, them bitches pussy
Step on all of y'all
The bean fall of the bottom
Once you see the glock
Don't like no 50s I like 30s
I just copped me two
You're very smart, that 6 to 4
And they will go through you
And 6 lacking so what you trying to do?
The three in the ruger what's the f*cking mood?
We going to hold up back street
Pressure with the glock
Tell play it smart
Hop out and you kill the block
Tell play it smart
Hop out and you kill the block
Tell play it smart
Hop out and you kill the block
Writer: Christopher Johnson, Sean Pompey
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.